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I am ever so glad that at least one person among the List's  sanctimonious
has noticed, acknowledged, but--as anticipated--failed to bring her sainted
self  to forgive the SIN---what a pathetic lot travels under these
auspices--any more coy suggestions that we rush out to purchase out of print
and out of date copies of ELIOT AND TIME treatise by one Nancy Gish??

Where is your proverbial sense of humor, Nancy, without which all art dries
out before it's delivered?

You haven't heard this one, have you?, o-p-i-t-a?

Jacek Niecko
1920 S Street, N.W., Apt. 403
Washington DC 20009
202 483 7107






----- Original Message -----
From: "Nancy Gish" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Thursday, February 20, 2003 4:30 PM
Subject: Re: Wallace Stevens; was Mopius Louse)


> I have to admit I'm astonished that you would tell this story.  You did
not,
> by the way, "receive" an A; you took one by cheating--quite a different
> thing. I can only hope the young man's change of behavior had something
> to do with belated shame.
>
>
> Date sent:              Thu, 20 Feb 2003 16:04:09 EST
> Send reply to:          "T. S. Eliot Discussion forum."
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> From:                   Kate Troy <[log in to unmask]>
> Subject:                Re: Wallace Stevens; was Mopius Louse)
> To:                     [log in to unmask]
>
> In a message dated 2/20/2003 1:02:30 AM Eastern Standard Time,
> [log in to unmask] writes:
>
> >
> > I don't know which poem you mean by "old language."  If you mean the
> > Braid Scots, it is as old and as new as English.  If you mean the
> > opening to "On A Raised Beach" below, you must be very up on geology and
> > rocks if you find it easy.  But it is incredible language.
> >
>
> I actually am into geology and rocks.  I'm somewhat of a naturalist, and,
> in fact, have read all of Gavin Maxwell's works. But, this hasn't always
> been the case.  You inspire me to relate an anecdote about myself, and I'm
> sure none of the college professors on the List will appreciate it much,
> but I'll tell it anyway.  This happened back when I was in college.  As an
> English Major in the Liberal Arts course, I was forced to take a year of
> science in order to obtain my degree.  I wasn't interested in science at
> the time at all, which attitude is strange to me now.  Anyway, I took the
> easiest science courses available, Weather and Climate, and then
> Geology.
> I managed to get through Weather and Climate with quite a good grade, a
> B.
>  Then came geology.
>  I simply wasn't into it. I had a full social life at the time.  I
>  remember
> our first test.  The professor handed us five different types of rocks and
> told us to name the types of rocks they were on our test paper.  I looked
> at them and at the paper.  I hadn't a clue.  There was a young man sitting
> next to me who noted my distress.  He had finished the test in about a
> minute.  He smiled at me and moved the paper so that I could see his five
> answers.  They became my five answers.  As we were leaving class, he
> approached me and asked me to go to lunch with him.  I was young at the
> time; that must be my excuse for saying no to his invitation.  Okay, so he
> wasn't the best looking young man, but he was certainly intelligent and I
> probably would liked him much. Anyway, I received an "A" on that test, of
> course, but the young man who had assisted me would not sit next to me
> again; he was evidently hurt by my refusal to lunch with him and sat after
> that way across the room.  My continued lack of interest and application
> in rocks resulted in my withdrawing from the course rather than receive a
> substandard mark.  Such is life at 20.