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Scrubbing the deck of enlightenment with the wirebrush of examination to remove the seagull feces of disillusionment.

Friday, September 15, 2006

 

And furthermore

So to pick up where we left off yesterday…what is good?

I had an overwhelming response by my loyal readers to the question I posed, and I wanted to thank them all for that. Christopher, you are right, sitting on the couch watching football is good. Well done.

Amy, you continue to try and trip me up in every direction I go with your sophistically inclined semantics and it will get you nowhere.

However, kudos to everyone who got involved and was heard!

So, (be happy Amy) are we talking about things that are good, put so well and concisely by Christopher, or are we talking about the definition of good itself, and does it matter?

In an effort to stick with the platonic realities here, and not try to divulge into philosophy, where a lot of talking gets done and not a lot else, here’s some good reading for anyone so inclined:

The dog sensed them first. Dark as it was, Ian Murray felt rather than saw Rollo’s head lift suddenly near his thigh, ears pricking. He put a hand on the dog’s neck, and felt the hair there ridged with warning.So attuned as they were to each other, he did not even think consciously, “Men,” but put his other hand to his knife and lay still, breathing. Listening.The forest was quiet. It was hours ’til dawn and the air was still as that in a church, with a mist like incense rising slowly up from the ground. He had lain down to rest on the fallen trunk of a giant tulip tree, preferring the tickle of wood-lice to seeping damp. He kept his hand on the dog, waiting.Rollo was growling, a low, constant rumble that Ian could barely hear but felt easily, the vibration of it traveling up his arm, arousing all the nerves of his body. He hadn’t been asleep–he rarely slept at night anymore–but had been quiet, looking up into the vault of the sky, engrossed in his usual argument with God. Quietness had vanished with Rollo’s movement. He sat up slowly, swinging his legs over the side of the half-rotted log, heart beating fast now.

And now:

If a deponent fails to answer a question propounded, or a party upon whom a request is made under § 4.70, or a party on whom interrogatories are served fails to adequately respond or objects to the request, or any part thereof, or fails to permit inspection as requested, the discovering party may move the administrative law judge for an order compelling a response or inspection in accordance with the request.

The first is from a book that I will not reference for the sake of plagiarism, the second is from a legal document. Which one is better? Which one is good? WHY???

Stay tuned!

Comments:
I like the first one, because it said this: "preferring the tickle of wood-lice to seeping damp."
 
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