"Superstition, idolatry, and hypocrisy have ample wages, but truth goes a-begging."
Dear Philip/Alan/Smithee etc etc
Truth is I would like to meet you personally, and I have the strongest of hunches you might then half heartedly have to admit that I'm not half bad. Deluded maybe but not half bad.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting…trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home -Wordsworth
Mr Jones has a point ... did you know that egg shells crumbled up and applied to the garden patch enhances growth. I have recently discovered Pinterest and from that have learned that one can actually grow spring onions and celery (among other things) from the root ends which we usually discard. Tried it recently and it works!
Makes me wonder more about the people we as a society usually discard. Makes me grin widely when I think of reincarnation in these terms. Life is amazing.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting…trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home -Wordsworth
Post by Curates egg on Feb 1, 2013 20:20:51 GMT 9.5
The term relies on an objective analysis and intuitive understanding of the depicted scenario: a self-contained egg cannot be both partially spoiled and partially unspoiled. To pretend to find elements of freshness in a bad egg is thus a desperate attempt to find good in something which is irredeemably bad. The humour is derived from the fact that, given the social situation, the timid curate is so obsessively fearful of giving offence that he cannot even agree with his superior's acknowledgement that he has served a bad egg, and thereby ends up looking absurd himself by exposing his obsequiousness.