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Wednesday 18 February 2004 | I like a cookie
I don’t know why I find his response to penis spam so funny, but I have to admit, I choked on my tea at some parts. I wound up on kman’s site via the quotes page, cos it had something from The English Patient on it. It’s worth backing out and surfing around, perhaps even adding him to the list of people whose electronic lives we check up on lackadasically, even though it’s not my usual kind of stuff (e.g., football). I also liked two “classic valentines” he reports having read on some sports website:
Steph, Thank you for the best 5 minutes ever. I love you always, and you’re the best. Love, Jason.
Linz, Remember when I slipped and almost killed myself? Funny. Happy Valentine’s Day Sweetie. Jay.
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I suppose that the inferiority of the teachers of [English] is largely due to the fact that they are recruited from the lower moiety of pedagogical aspirants. The more ambitious fellows tackle something that seems more recondite, and hence better worth knowing. [...] The stupider fellow turns to something that is easier and more obvious, which is to say, to the language that every "educated" man is presumed to know, and the books he is presumed to have read....But in English even the higher ranks of professors tend to be inferior to those of any other faculty. The papers printed in [the journals] seldom show any professional competence or contribute anything worth knowing to the subject. For the most part they consist wholly of dull pedantries—attempts to establish the dates of some forgotten poet, investigations of the stealings of one obscure author from another, elaborate statistical inquiries into weak endings, and so on and so on. [...] The men who actually know something always know the difference between something and nothing, but the professors of English seem to be largely unaware of it....they devote themselves ardently to irrelevant trivia about the writers of the past, many of them existing today only as flies embalmed in the amber of text-books.
—HL Mencken
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