“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
I must confess a sorry fact. I comprehend not the Abstract. And though today it is the fashion, I have for it no hint of passion. If you think this makes me stupid, I might just concur with you, kid, For, Alas! I am no Euclid!
Don't feel bad. I posted it so that I could spend some more time learning it. I need to re-read the chapter in Zizek's "The Sublime Object if Ideology"
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I must confess a sorry fact.
I comprehend not the Abstract.
And though today it is the fashion,
I have for it no hint of passion.
If you think this makes me stupid,
I might just concur with you, kid,
For, Alas! I am no Euclid!
~ FT
Don't feel bad. I posted it so that I could spend some more time learning it. I need to re-read the chapter in Zizek's "The Sublime Object if Ideology"
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