Philosophy, politics, entertainment. Art, music, poetry, science. Macrocosm, microcosm.
Civilization, such as sent Francis Drake around the world murdering and plundering and holding open-air concerts for various voices and instruments, concluding with a dance performed by one of the younger crewmen. There's no reason why the Fun and Profitable can't also be Beautiful. Or that the Beautiful can't be, as well, young, agile and muscular.
posted by anatole at
10:56 PM
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous. The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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