Foreign Correspondence

[otraque]

i bow to Amaunet's wishes, it is her thread.

i am a person of dimensions you will never grasp.

In the kaleidoscopic flux of this "weak being", i, this "weak being" expression in deference to AM's definition of someone that would type , now and then, attack posts, will abide with that , her definition, and retreat from this thread and surrender it to the bourgeoisie, the tea and crumpet rulers of this o so great country we live in, and who honor all thoughts if said politely, and see "my type" as discomfiting outlaws on the fringes of their civil, advanced betterness.

Surely Hunter S. Thompson would meet here a similar evaluation .
In that i liked Hunter, i think i need be respectful to the soul/spirit/eternal personages such as he and take a break of length from this thread.
i close simply with a set of words that Gustav Flaubert wrote in the 19th century.
"i write for two reasons; one my love of literature and 2nd, my hate of the bourgeoisie"
i but type here, i write elsewhere; but my merely typing here, i nonetheless get feeling unclean when a bourgeois tone begins to intrude on this thread and multiply.
i remember well the words a great man way back when , in the once upon a time: the words he said "Cast NOT pearls before swine", i think fit this moment, and will apply them, and go silent.
Most respectly, from a weak being, that tugs his forelock as i leave this esteemed thread. Max