Did Mr Ingersoll ever say that the Belle of the Ball is, in the words of Ted Hughes, a uterus on the loose, uholstered with breasts and other parts, resembling a mobile tub on trotters and intent on providing herself with a serviceable meal ticket for life?
And him being all out against blasphemy too. Was he blind?
Not on your life. And any good night in the pub provides plenty of evidence of Mr Ingersoll's delicacy. And many an ancient writer held a similar view as do Jungian psychologists.
Serious writer my Aunt Fanny.
He did say one thing I liked though-
Quote:Colleges are places where pebbles are polished and diamonds are dimmed.
So that's your "Major" gone up in smoke. I can't see any of this lot of AIDs-ers as diamonds.
The great writer the AIDs-ers put forth tells them they are pebbles who have been finished off with a velvet cloth and some Brillo.
I'm having a laughing fit.