Now that's funny. Quite a good visual match. ( I could have used the word "resemblance" here, but my spelling is getting appalling and I couldn't remember if that's correct or not.)
Which reminds me of my old english teacher. His nick name was "feck". Of course father ted wasn't invented back then, nor were TV's actually, but anyway, it was short for feckless. Which is what he called us all most of the time. Brilliant teacher, probably dead now. He introduced me to Wilfred Owen, not in person, his poetry. Talking of poetry I've been reading Steven Fry's book on it, for nearly a year, I will get through it and understand it, one day. He's bit of an intellectual old Steven, perhaps he should be Prime Minister.?
Stephen Fry on the Middle East: "Now then chaps! How about we all sit down, have a nice cup of Twinnings, and try to forget all about this nastiness? Hmmm?"
Although we didn't have quite such an amusing teacher name, I do remember the intense merriment caused in class by the text book for or German lesson in which an exercise containing a dialouge with a police inspector was entitled "Inspector Fuchs" - o'er misses, does 'e really!
My philosophy is based on the belief in the superior reality of certain forms of previously neglected associations, in the omnipotence of dream, in the disinterested play of thought. It tends to ruin once and for all other psychic mechanisms and to substitute itself for them in solving all the principal problems of life.
or more simply, it's pure psychic automatism, by which one proposes to express, either verbally, in writing, or by any other manner, the real functioning of thought. Dictation of thought in the absence of all control exercised by reason, outside of all aesthetic and moral preoccupation.
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Oh? Have we got a new Prime Minister? I thought that the country was being run by an obese guppy fish...
Now that's funny. Quite a good visual match.
( I could have used the word "resemblance" here, but my spelling is getting appalling and I couldn't remember if that's correct or not.)
Which reminds me of my old english teacher. His nick name was "feck".
Of course father ted wasn't invented back then, nor were TV's actually, but anyway, it was short for feckless. Which is what he called us all most of the time.
Brilliant teacher, probably dead now. He introduced me to Wilfred Owen, not in person, his poetry. Talking of poetry I've been reading Steven Fry's book on it, for nearly a year, I will get through it and understand it, one day. He's bit of an intellectual old Steven, perhaps he should be Prime Minister.?
Stephen Fry on the Middle East: "Now then chaps! How about we all sit down, have a nice cup of Twinnings, and try to forget all about this nastiness? Hmmm?"
Although we didn't have quite such an amusing teacher name, I do remember the intense merriment caused in class by the text book for or German lesson in which an exercise containing a dialouge with a police inspector was entitled "Inspector Fuchs" - o'er misses, does 'e really!
Fuching class!!
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