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Stupid woman ----- 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." <[log in to unmask]> > From: Jacek Niecko <[log in to unmask]> > Subject: Re: Wallace Stevens; was Mopius Louse) > To: [log in to unmask] > > 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) > > > > 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 and out of date copies of ELIOT AND TIME treatise by one Nancy Gish??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. > >