On Dec 9, 2006, at 12:59 PM, Robert Paul wrote:
maybe there's a slightly cleaner one somewhere.
Ah the eternal hope. We humans strove, we struggled out of the bog, and always there was the promise of a real stone floor in a hut not stuffed with smoke, of a bed with fewer fleas, of a suit of armor no one had peed in, of running water and a proper sewer, of two sets of clothes, of a table not wiped with a dirty rag, of food that was bacterially or virally trustworthy, of a hospital free of iatrogenic disease, of a translation that models fidelity for us.
How handsome the translation looks in that clean gown. David Ritchie, riffing before dinner in Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html