Samaan aikaan toisaalla ruipelo brassi kuulee sufipastorinsa neuvoja. Saavalin sumutuksen sana marssitetaan esiin: Sell your wisdom and buy a share with us for your soul to be filled with absolute nonsense. Because the wisdom of men and women is madness before God. Juurikin näin. Viisaus ja hulluus ei mahu samaan kalloon, siis viisaus ulos, hulluus tilalle. Hulluus on herran pelkoa.
The title, "Childe Roland into the Dark Tunnel Came", which forms the last words of the poem, is a line from William Shakespeare's play King Lear (ca. 1607). In the play, Gloucester's son, Edgar, lends credence to his disguise as Tom o' Bedlam by talking nonsense, of which this is a part:
ellauri249.html on line 476: Karl Marx ridiculed the idea: "'Ne sutor ultra crepidam' – this nec plus ultra of handicraft wisdom became sheer nonsense, from the moment the watchmaker Watt invented the steam-engine, the barber Arkwright the throstle, and the working-jeweller Fulton the steamship."
ellauri262.html on line 438: they disagreed regarding the ordination of women in the Church of England. Sayers comments on Lewis's views of women in another letter, stating, "I do admit that he is apt to write shocking nonsense about women and marriage. That, however, is not because he is a bad theologian but because he is a rather frightened bachelor.”
ellauri264.html on line 224: BTW, I disagree with those comments which have suggested that Lebow was some kind of “prophet” warning about the dangers of commodity consumption. This is nonsense - even Marx wrote about the problems of “commodity fetishism” in his 1867 book, “Das Kapital”.
ellauri266.html on line 340: If a young girl gets excited about mathematics or philosophy or sports car racing or anything else not specific defined as a legitimate female interest by Good Housekeeping Magazine, her elders smile among themselves and say, "She´ll soon get over all this nonsense when she has her own babies to take care of."
ellauri299.html on line 150: Casey: Amsolutely full of nonsense
ellauri302.html on line 409: Reb Ali, more calmly, spitting out. Blessed be His Name. I feel easier on that score. (To Yekel.) What made you talk such nonsense? (To Reizel, without looking at her.) Did she go away? Isn't she back yet? (To Yekel.) Has anybody gone to look for her?
ellauri302.html on line 413: Reb Ali: Don't talk nonsense. Just keep quiet and don't make any scenes. Has anybody gone yet to look for her? To bring her back? Well?
ellauri302.html on line 474: Reb Ali The truth. The truth. Heaven will help you... Everything will turn out for the best. I'm going to the young man's father directly. He's over at the synagogue and must surely be waiting for me. (Looks around.) Tell your wife to put the house in order in the meantime. And you, prepare the contract, and at once, so that he'll have no time to discover anything amiss and withdraw. Arrange the wedding date and have the bride go at once to her parents-in-law. No idle chatter, remember. Keep silent, so that nobody wiU learn anything about it. (Ready to go.) And cast all this nonsense out of your head. Trust in the Lord and rejoice in His comfort. (At the door.) Tell your wife to tidy up the place. (Leaves.)
ellauri342.html on line 492: Of nonsense understood Pikku viestejä, joita ymmärtää
ellauri402.html on line 662: Aline Kominsky disliked the Jewish environment she grew up in. At age eight, she asked her grandmother why she and all the women had to sit behind a curtain in the synagogue. She was told that they were "dirty" and should therefore not be seen by men during the ceremony. Even as a child, Kominsky felt this was nonsense and soon after abandoned her religion for good. But the band who really liberated her were The Fugs. They openly sang about sex, drugs and politics in a time when mainstream media didn't give a fuck to such acts. Bunch sairastui peräsuolisyöpään, mutta toipui siitä kuollaxeen kohta haimasyöpään. Robert Crumb keeps on truckin'. "I'm the grandmother of whiny tell-all comics."
ellauri406.html on line 325: But I think with Russia, I think we've always got to be careful about the unexpected. I've said this before. You know, the unexpected. Alright. We're killing 1,200 a day. Has it made any difference? We were killing 1,000 a day a year and a half ago. Has it made any difference? The answer is no. Nothing will happen without fundamental change in the system. New doctrine, new unwritten ways of working, removal of the nonsense toilet paper hanging from undried butts everywhere, better toilet training. All these things need to happen, then we can win because we will be better than they are, although fewer. And that's the main problem that we have with Russia is they keep the numbers going. They keep wearing us down bit by bit, and they outdo us in resources.
ellauri408.html on line 414: Jesus said lust was the same as adultery (Matthew 5:27-30), and the Bible says all adulterers will go to hell, so forget faith and works! Jesus also said that if we don’t give everything we own to the poor, we cannot be Christians! Also, we cannot bury our loved ones when they die! In fact, we have to hate our loved ones in order to be Christians! And other such nonsense.
ellauri408.html on line 426: All that spectacular nonsense was followed by Peter healing every sick person in Jerusalem and all the surrounding cities with his shadow, and yet no one breathed a single word of it, not even the famous Jewish historian Flavius Josephus, who grew up in Jerusalem while these alleged “miracles” were taking place! Why did Josephus go on and on about much lesser figures when the greatest miracle worker of all time lived just down the street from him?
xxx/ellauri027.html on line 1060: Paphos seminar remains fundamentally a project of Western orientation, with a strong emphasis on reasoning and language. If (to use a deliberately stereotypical example) a no-nonsense middle-aged male engineer comes to the seminar, as often happens, I find it important that he does not find anything in the seminar suspicious even in retrospect. Nobody should be lured into doing something he or she might find embarrassing afterwards.
xxx/ellauri085.html on line 411: Um, no, no one is saying that. The idea is hilarious. This is where it goes wrong: Govt taking a little less from the rich than before is not a gift! It was THEIR money in the first place. How did we ever get to the place where people think that everything belongs to the govt like a king in feudal and ancient times, and we are all just subjects, serfs, and they will tell US how much of our own earnings we get to keep? Didn't we fight a revolution to abolish that nonsense?
xxx/ellauri129.html on line 441: So i read Smarra quite a while ago but from what i remember its complete nonsense. Just random surrealism stuff, they say there´s a vampire in there somewhere but i recall no evidence to that.
xxx/ellauri136.html on line 114: I laughed at the person who claimed that liberals were literate and educated. That’s good, if the definition of “literate” and “educated” is “they read what they want to see” and “learn nonsense.” Say what you will, the Harry Potter universe is fundamentally flawed, and I can see why liberals like it so much:
xxx/ellauri261.html on line 662: I am here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: 'I'm ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don't accept his claim to be God.' That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic—on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg—or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God, but let us not come with any patronising nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to. ... Now it seems to me obvious that He was neither a lunatic nor a fiend: and consequently, however strange or terrifying or unlikely it may seem, I have to accept the view that He was and is God.
xxx/ellauri307.html on line 767: löytyi Sysmän kirjaston poistohyllystä. Kirjailijoiden esikoiset tuppaa olemaan omaelämänkerrallisia. Don Rosa ei vaan Brown (ei siis etu- vaan takapuolen värisävy) omisti esikoiskirjansa Digital Fortress 1998 [silloin(kin) olisi Suomen pitänyt hakea Naton jäsenexi hemmetti! Nyt kun Suomi on vihdoin länsiliitossa on Danin kirja jo Sysmän kirjastosta poistettu] iskälle ja äiskylle. Dan oli silloin 34-vuotias. Se alkaa näillä kuvilla ja tunnelmilla [Just a tip: Don't ever take anything from a Dan Brown novel to be based in fact. Digital Fortress is perhaps the stupidest compilation of nonsense ever published]:
xxx/ellauri410.html on line 136: This essay assembles the “Bolovian Epic” from the Columbo and Bolo verses and nonsense letters that T.S. Eliot wrote over a period of eighteen years (1910–1928). Such an aggregation is made possible by the publication of excised poems from the “Waste Land” Notebook and Volumes I–IV of The Letters of T.S. Eliot. Rather than seeing individual parts of the epic as simply obscene, I interpret the whole project and its contexts as grounded in his appreciation for the primitive and a critical disdain for the so-called civilized. Eliot invents a composite race of people, the Bolovians, whose influence on modern times includes racy behavior, religious affinities, and bowler hats. Understanding this bawdy, blue, or nonsense material contributes capitally to previous scholarship defaming Eliot's moral and cultural values.
xxx/ellauri410.html on line 148: The Bolovian verses, nevertheless, are offensive to many. Eliot’s “Triumph of Bullshit” was one of the poems that Lewis had rejected for publication. Lois Cuddy opines that “Eliot’s pornographic verses in an ‘epic’ about ‘King Bolo and His Great Black Kween’ indicate the extent and depth of his racial/sexual stereo- types and eugenic prejudices.” They are written from his own “sense of emptiness,” “puritanical principles,” and “sexual repressions.” Furthermore, these poetic vulgarities display Eliot’s acceptance of sexual stereotypes related to black men and women (229). Yet a look at the contexts of these poems, both as “nonsense” for friends and as reflections on the complexities of culture, reveals an earnest belief in the value of the “primitive mind” and even a reversal of “sexual stereotypes related to black men and women.” The man with the prodigious bolo is not King Bolo but sephardic Cristoforo Columbo who regrettably "found" America. “Eliot is today being refashioned as a prescient and extraordinarily sensitive mediator of the major currents of twentieth century cultural and technological change” (Murphet 31).
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