Oh! Oh!
I know somebody we could quote here!
"What rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
Well, when I was at St. Cake's School, the Headmaster, Sir Herbert Gussett, later Lord Gnome, would frequently cane us viciously for the slightest perceived infraction of the school's archaic rules. None of his former boys were sad to hear of his public disgrace when, on a educational fact-finding mission to the U.S., he was caught having Ugandan discussions with an underage male prostitute in the men's loo at LaGuardia, ten minutes before his flight was scheduled to depart for the United Kingdom. Served the bastard right.
No less an authority than wiki supports you.
As you were Spiggy old cock
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Hey Diddle-Diddle
The Cat did a Piddle
All over the Giant vibrator floor
The Little Dog laughed to see such sport
So the Cat did a litle bit more.
Love Bill.
Time to open a new shop -
Laters.
Here's a start - http://thelondonlounge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=45&t=9831
"Our structure transforms, and this metamorphosis influences the way we structure the world.
How do we structure our structuring structure, so that it becomes more refined? I would like to know."
More here...
http://thelondonlounge.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=45&t=9771
"Like beauty or intelligence, style cannot be faked: it is there or it is not. Those who try to mimic its appearance (in absence of the substance) invariably end up in ridicule. It cannot be taught, because it is eminently subjective: if it is genuine, it is unique (and that is the only thing all stylish people have in common). It cannot be transplanted, either, because – like a spinal cord – it is organically linked with millions of connections to everything that a person is.
However, it can inspire. Unlike imitation (which is a mechanical reproduction of the original), inspiration involves the spirit, which is seduced by an idea, an image, a perception that stimulates it, much the way an electrical current generates magnetism. Style is, in a way, the capacity to generate (and also detect) that magnetism, to transmute the currents that strike our senses in creative energy. And – while some inborn disposition must be there for a grain of sand to turn into a (unique) pearl – I believe that can be trained, practised, exercised, perfected. Genuine style is a natural consequence of a state of the spirit, which alchemizes, transposes everything it encounters into a unique key and reflects it back into the world, choosing its own means and forms.
Borrowed forms and seeking originality for its own sake are the two sides of the same false coin. Any aspiration to style involves liberating and developing the spirit which, as it shapes its vision, activates that extra sense that points its own North and aligns everything – from clothes to books – accordingly.
Between “to be” and “not to be” lie the quicksands of “to appear” and the magic bridge of “to become”."
Ceauşescu....er...sorry Costi.....Romania's answer to Ruskin.