Excerpt From "Agnostic Scooter"genial_failureSeptember 27 2006, 17:09:19 UTC
Let us read from the wit and wisdom of cyrusbelmont under his pen name, "Lillian Boucher". The subtle choice of when to exclude thespaces between words isparticularly interesting.
"To endure for another in simplicity gave a sense of greatness. Mancould rise to any height, but there was an animal level beneath whichhe could not fall. It was a hard task for me tostraddle feeling and action. In the end I was responsible for its being anembarrassment to the inventors. Jemal read the more spiteful paragraphs at a banquet inBeyrout. The comic side of the letters must not obscure their real help individing the Turkish Staff. The eagerness to overhear and oversee myself was myassault upon my own inviolate citadel. The eagerness to overhear and oversee myself was myassault upon my own inviolate citadel. The creditablemust have been thought out beforehand, foreseen, prepared, worked for. True there lurked always that Will uneasily waiting to burst out. Then Syria was admitted to thebenefit: then Mesopotamia. The epic mode was alien to me, as to mygeneration. I promised the sulky drivers it would besplendid going. The pride and exhilaration of it were beyond conceit. The Turkish soldiersbegan to complain of the pietists, who put relics before strategy. He dispensed with them by his inner power. The trip was one delight to me, since I had no responsibility but theroad. To know them apart he must learntheir individual, as though naked, shapes. Each march saw them moreworkmanlike, more at home on the animals, tougher, leaner, faster. Of this there remainedeight days for the men, ten for the animals. Gleaming specks in the haze of distance were its white stations lit bythe pouring sun. The whole business of the movement seemed to be expressible only interms of death and life. Its men surrendered twenty minutes later. We paidfor them our self-respect, and they gained the deepest feeling of theirlives. We sat down with Buxton in a council of war. True there lurked always that Will uneasily waiting to burst out. I promised the sulky drivers it would besplendid going. I served himout of pity, a motive which degraded us both. We paidfor them our self-respect, and they gained the deepest feeling of theirlives. But did not the being believed by many make for adistorted righteousness? Therewas nothing loftier than a cross, from which to contemplate the world. Then I would turn away, content that it had been within mystrength. It was only myself who valeted theabstract, whose duty took him beyond the shrine. They had only shirts and shorts, puttees and boots, and thebreeze could take no hold on them. The whole business of the movement seemed to be expressible only interms of death and life. Or was this shame, too, a self-abnegation, to be admitted and admiredfor its own sake? Yet infairness to the fighting Arabs, we could not close all avenues ofaccommodation with Turkey.
"To endure for another in simplicity gave a sense of greatness. Mancould rise to any height, but there was an animal level beneath whichhe could not fall.
It was a hard task for me tostraddle feeling and action. In the end I was responsible for its being anembarrassment to the inventors.
Jemal read the more spiteful paragraphs at a banquet inBeyrout.
The comic side of the letters must not obscure their real help individing the Turkish Staff.
The eagerness to overhear and oversee myself was myassault upon my own inviolate citadel.
The eagerness to overhear and oversee myself was myassault upon my own inviolate citadel.
The creditablemust have been thought out beforehand, foreseen, prepared, worked for.
True there lurked always that Will uneasily waiting to burst out.
Then Syria was admitted to thebenefit: then Mesopotamia. The epic mode was alien to me, as to mygeneration.
I promised the sulky drivers it would besplendid going. The pride and exhilaration of it were beyond conceit. The Turkish soldiersbegan to complain of the pietists, who put relics before strategy. He dispensed with them by his inner power.
The trip was one delight to me, since I had no responsibility but theroad.
To know them apart he must learntheir individual, as though naked, shapes.
Each march saw them moreworkmanlike, more at home on the animals, tougher, leaner, faster.
Of this there remainedeight days for the men, ten for the animals. Gleaming specks in the haze of distance were its white stations lit bythe pouring sun.
The whole business of the movement seemed to be expressible only interms of death and life. Its men surrendered twenty minutes later. We paidfor them our self-respect, and they gained the deepest feeling of theirlives.
We sat down with Buxton in a council of war.
True there lurked always that Will uneasily waiting to burst out.
I promised the sulky drivers it would besplendid going. I served himout of pity, a motive which degraded us both.
We paidfor them our self-respect, and they gained the deepest feeling of theirlives.
But did not the being believed by many make for adistorted righteousness?
Therewas nothing loftier than a cross, from which to contemplate the world.
Then I would turn away, content that it had been within mystrength. It was only myself who valeted theabstract, whose duty took him beyond the shrine.
They had only shirts and shorts, puttees and boots, and thebreeze could take no hold on them. The whole business of the movement seemed to be expressible only interms of death and life. Or was this shame, too, a self-abnegation, to be admitted and admiredfor its own sake? Yet infairness to the fighting Arabs, we could not close all avenues ofaccommodation with Turkey.
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