Lucretia MacEvil wrote:Oh, and how's it going on the defense of R.E. Burton?
That's Robert T. Burton.
And it's going very well. Very well indeed. Thanks for asking.
I thought myself the wiser to have viewed the evidence left of such a great demise. I followed every step. But the only thing I ever learned before the journey's end was there was nothing there to learn, only something to forget.
Lucretia MacEvil wrote:... you're no Gordon Lightfoot.
Thanks for the compliment.
Would you post the words? I couldn't understand most of them.
The lyrics can be viewed via the "drop down" button to the right of the song title.
I thought myself the wiser to have viewed the evidence left of such a great demise. I followed every step. But the only thing I ever learned before the journey's end was there was nothing there to learn, only something to forget.
Lucretia MacEvil wrote:Oh, and how's it going on the defense of R.E. Burton?
That's Robert T. Burton.
And it's going very well. Very well indeed. Thanks for asking.
Thanks for the correction. I'm looking forward to seeing the results of your research. If only you didn't have to waste so much time defending yourself from personal attacks!
The person who is certain and who claims divine warrant for his certainty belongs now to the infancy of our species. Christopher Hitchens
Faith does not give you the answers, it just stops you asking the questions. Frater
I was writing a song called The Last Days of Pompeii, and I knew it would be a good place to find inspiration.
Hello,
Ohmygodthisiscrap.
Just... Crap.
Ugh. Crappity crap.
V/R Dr. Cam
In the face of madness, rationality has no power - Xiao Wang, US historiographer, 2287 AD.
Every record...falsified, every book rewritten...every statue...has been renamed or torn down, every date...altered...the process is continuing...minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Ideology is always right.
Oh for shame, how the mortals put the blame on us gods, for they say evils come from us, but it is they, rather, who by their own recklessness win sorrow beyond what is given... Zeus (1178 BC)