There will be 12 of these conundrums. Let’s see if anyone can get them all right.
The last one was a garlic peeler bought for me by my Dad who loves his gadgets. Unfortunately it stays in the drawer as I prefer to peel garlic the old fashioned way with a knife. Tried doing it in the microwave once which is fine for loosening the skin but part cooks the garlic.
Bill of Churchtown presents the inimitable Ambrose Bierce:
In these disquieting times of elections and upheaval a few words from The Devil’s Dictionary:
POLITICIAN, n. An eel in the fundamental mud upon which the superstructure of organized society is reared. When we wriggles he mistakes the agitation of his tail for the trembling of the edifice. As compared with the statesman, he suffers the disadvantage of being alive.
WAR, n. A by-product of the arts of peace. The most menacing political condition is a period of international amity. The student of history who has not been taught to expect the unexpected may justly boast himself inaccessible to the light. “In time of peace prepare for war” has a deeper meaning than is commonly discerned; it means, not merely that all things earthly have an end — that change is the one immutable and eternal law — but that the soil of peace is thickly sown with the seeds of war and singularly suited to their germination and growth. It was when Kublai Khan had decreed his “stately pleasure dome” — when, that is to say, there were peace and fat feasting in Xanadu — that he heard from afar Ancestral voices prophesying war.
One of the greatest of poets, Coleridge was one of the wisest of men, and it was not for nothing that he read us this parable. Let us have a little less of “hands across the sea,” and a little more of that elemental distrust that is the security of nations. War loves to come like a thief in the night; professions of eternal amity provide the night.
Would you care to read more about this 19th C. man and his writings?
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Anna Racoon writes to Grumpy Old Twat [and Tom Paine also refers to her demise as a blogger]:
It has been like a lead weight on my shoulders, knowing that every day as I tried to write, amongst you good people there were also these utter snakes who visited the blog only to see what they could purloin, twist, plagiarise, take out of context, cause mischief with, denigrate. Last week-end I was plagued with e-mails demanding this and demanding that as the price of not writing any more about me.
I wrote, in comments:
This is the price of saying things others don’t like. No doubt Grumpy and I certainly do get crap thrown at us daily, in our own ways. Hang up the gloves? Nah, not for some time yet. Anna was an important part of the blogosphere and too many are hanging up their gloves of late.
Much of the bile ceased for me years ago as it became obvious that not only didn’t I care, I liked to put it in my “others say” page and maybe if Anna had taken that tack … but what’s done is done. Another reason the bile stopped here is that many now shun this blog … an effective method. The spammers though are still working overtime.
We need more Anna Racoons and let me also point, at random, to a favourite blogger of mine – Julia M. Now more than ever, we need fearless bloggers and we need the ladies in there as part of that.