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And therefore, reader, I myself am the subject of my book; it is not reasonable that you should employ your leisure on a topic so frivolous and so vain.
—Montaigne, Essays, "To the Reader."
"I shall see myself, I shall read myself, I shall go into ecstasies, and I shall ask -- Is it possible that I have so much ésprit?"
—Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols.
... the torturer has become – like the pirate and slave trader before him – hostis humani generis, an enemy of all mankind.
—Filártiga v. Peña-Irala, 630 F.2d 876, 890 (2d Cir. 1980)
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—David Rees, Get Your War On # 34 (Apr. 16, 2004)
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Miles, over the years, has exhibited some of the worst clock management I can recall.
And he handed the game to Clemson last night with his clock mismanagement. None of us watching could begin to grasp what was happening between his ears.
“for whom does the cowbell ring”?? Seriously?? Ask not!
Sequitur?
Did you see the promotional spot for State they just ran on the bowl game? That’s what provoked my comment.
Nope, not watching – actually up in the office, trying to explain the law to the court of appeals.
A new promotional spot begins by asking “For whom does the cowbell toll?” and concludes with the president of the University concluding that “the cowbell tolls for everyone!” after which they all ring bells. And cheerfully, too!
I’m hopeful to say that it doesn’t toll for me, at least not soon. Do they have an English dept down there, Anderson?
I was a small part of it once, but I feel confident that the English profs share your reaction; I cannot imagine that they were consulted.
I’d edit out my closing snark question if I could. But not my bafflement about the MSU promotional spot.
more cowbell they have a domain
Ole Miss’ infamous, insipid, semi-literate and culturally retarded talking British skeleton commercial with production values that make public access TV look like Pixar, though long retired, will have to shrink further into the past before there is any room to cast aspersions of this sort, NMC. It’s still too early even to joke about.
Somehow I missed the talking British skeleton commercial.
It was a riff on “Oxford,” indulging in cliches of British erudition so cliched and moronic that it maxed out the humiliation that a school can endure in 30 seconds. Oxford University itself was vicariously demeaned, despite its innocence in the matter. Really, it was as if somebody set out to memorialize on film the stereotype of Mississippi as the unlettered rube capital of the world.
I can’t find it on youtube, probably because it violates their anti-obscenity guidelines.
Many of the arguments in favor of Ole Miss seem to boil down to the aesthetic values of the word “Oxford” vs. the word “Starkville.”
I believe that State should campaign to rename Starkville “Cambridge.”
Now, if the MSU president had said the cowbells toll for cheese, that would have changed everything, forever.
Glancing at the score (6:35 remaining), it is not obvious that I made a mistake by coming into the office today.
Apparently, the cowbells did toll for them.