Once when Dr. Johnson was riding a coach, a fellow passenger said to him, "You smell,sir." He corrected the lady, "No, madam: you smell. I stink." Proper English usage must be observed at all times!
Btw before the latter part of the industrial revolution 'everyone' stank. All those folks in them renaissance high class paintings stank rather badly. Except for the French. They had, and still have a fetish for hygiene.
*I'm thinking of Pears Soap from the Dickens era UK.
While on the air once I made up an off the cuff commercial for them.
"Yep ya 'ol Unkie Syd uses Pearl Soap!"
"Been cleaning the stink off da industrial working class since 1868!"
"Smells good tastes good!"
"Get some today"
My program director said it was illegal to do commercials real or imagined on a non-commercial station. I told him to go fuck himself,...in a nice way.
I've been reading up a bit about Dr. Johnson. Interesting guy. A conservative liberal, or a liberal conservative - a devoutly religious Tory, but sympathetic to the poor - hated debtor's prisons - and kept several impecunious friends under his own roof when he was having a hard time getting by. It appears he probably had Tourette's syndrome, unknown at the time and which kept him from becoming a teacher. And this:
"He was an opponent of slavery, well before the heyday of abolitionism, and once proposed a toast to the 'next rebellion of the negroes in the West Indies'."
I wonder what he thought about Jeremy Bentham's defense of homosexuality?
Dr. Johnson has always been a hero to me. However of course one should never meet the folks you admire. They 'always' turn out to be human with all the baggage that hauls around with it.
Otherwise he, and I would have got on swell as distant correspondents.
I can see it now. The discovered letters between himself, and a 21st century Black'a Moor. The constant references to the 'net online buttholes, and a mad king named Trump were mysteries at the time. However the tales of trips to the Moon Planets, and stars that, and instant soup were wonders to contemplate.
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& very rightly so!
Once when Dr. Johnson was riding a coach, a fellow passenger said to him, "You smell,sir." He corrected the lady, "No, madam: you smell. I stink." Proper English usage must be observed at all times!
Z
Wadda guy.
Btw before the latter part of the industrial revolution 'everyone' stank. All those folks in them renaissance high class paintings stank rather badly. Except for the French. They had, and still have a fetish for hygiene.
*I'm thinking of Pears Soap from the Dickens era UK.
While on the air once I made up an off the cuff commercial for them.
"Yep ya 'ol Unkie Syd uses Pearl Soap!"
"Been cleaning the stink off da industrial working class since 1868!"
"Smells good tastes good!"
"Get some today"
My program director said it was illegal to do commercials real or imagined on a non-commercial station. I told him to go fuck himself,...in a nice way.
"Cleanliness is next to sexiness." - C. Dukahz
Z
I've been reading up a bit about Dr. Johnson. Interesting guy. A conservative liberal, or a liberal conservative - a devoutly religious Tory, but sympathetic to the poor - hated debtor's prisons - and kept several impecunious friends under his own roof when he was having a hard time getting by. It appears he probably had Tourette's syndrome, unknown at the time and which kept him from becoming a teacher. And this:
"He was an opponent of slavery, well before the heyday of abolitionism, and once proposed a toast to the 'next rebellion of the negroes in the West Indies'."
I wonder what he thought about Jeremy Bentham's defense of homosexuality?
Z
"Tourette's?!!"
Well that explains everything.
Dr. Johnson has always been a hero to me. However of course one should never meet the folks you admire. They 'always' turn out to be human with all the baggage that hauls around with it.
Otherwise he, and I would have got on swell as distant correspondents.
I can see it now. The discovered letters between himself, and a 21st century Black'a Moor. The constant references to the 'net online buttholes, and a mad king named Trump were mysteries at the time. However the tales of trips to the Moon Planets, and stars that, and instant soup were wonders to contemplate.
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