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----- Original Message -----
From: "Nancy Gish" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Thursday, February 20, 2003 5:54 PM
Subject: boorish trashing


> There is no possible reply to anyone who imagines this to be worth saying.
>
>
>
> Date sent:              Thu, 20 Feb 2003 17:32:20 -0500
> Send reply to:          "T. S. Eliot Discussion forum."
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> From:                   Jacek Niecko <[log in to unmask]>
> Subject:                Re: Wallace Stevens; was Mopius Louse)
> To:                     [log in to unmask]
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> In my day at UCL (University College London, for those who are not quite
> familiar) and, before that at the Department of English of the University
> of Warsaw, we had an expression "prissy pussy"--and that was even before
> we, the Slavs, managed to learn English more or less properly--
>
>
> Jacek Niecko
> 1920 S Street, N.W., Apt. 403
> Washington DC 20009
> 202 483 7107
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Jacek Niecko" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Thursday, February 20, 2003 5:25 PM
> Subject: Re: Wallace Stevens; was Mopius Louse)
>
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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 and out of date copies of ELIOT AND TIME treatise by one Nancy Gish??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."
> > <[log in to unmask]>
> > > 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.
> >