Contd. Ellipsis

[Slava]

Damn, I thought I was doing a good job of being an enigma. Yous got me at petrol, didn't ya?

That and the fact that your location says New Zealand.

[skinem]

Damn, I thought I was doing a good job of being an enigma. Yous got me at petrol, didn't ya?

That and the fact that your location says New Zealand.

Yeah, that was a bit of a hint...

[LukeJavan8]

REMINDS ME OF YOUR OLD AVATAR 88 !!!!

[LukeJavan8]

How's that for big, saparris??

[LukeJavan8]

Enigma looking for a grammar question, poor kiwi.

[Enigma]

And what a cute Kiwi he is, looking so fervently at the grammar forum. If I were a teacher, I would praise this student.

[LukeJavan8]

He does seem ardent in his search, doesn't he???

[saparris]

Holy cow, or kiwi!

(A little knowledge is indeed a dangerous thing.)

[LukeJavan8]

Thank you, and thanks to you.
I posted another on another site, which I am sure you
will run into. I forget which.

It is enigma's cheer leader !

[Slava]

(A little knowledge is indeed a dangerous thing.)

Well, at least most of us here are safe.

[Enigma]

(A little knowledge is indeed a dangerous thing.)
Well, at least most of us here are safe.

i no stuf i fink.

Must I take cover?

[Slava]

i no stuf i fink.

Okay, lost me on this one. The "stuf" throws me for a loop.

[Enigma]

i no stuf i fink.

Okay, lost me on this one. The "stuf" throws me for a loop.

I mean not to throw anyone for a loop.

I mean only to use light-hearted--though admittedly rather dry--humour so as to prevent the impending death of the thread.

If you like, we could have Sap or Luke write in Old English to liven up the posts

[saparris]

How about a little John Milton? It's not Old English, but it's old.

On His Blindness

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.

[Enigma]

I knew I could count on you, Sap, to inject life into this thread.