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Mon 9 Jun, 2003 11:36 pm
As far as I can make out CdV is now the public face of 'Clippit', that mischevious little animated paper clip that 'assists' you in using MS products.
For a small fee per user he will be dispensing advice to all of us struggling mouse-jockies. I'll even bet we'll soon be saying
'What the deVere's going on with this shitbox!?"
LOL! Very cute. I love it :-D
Yikes!
What has happened to Craven? I am worried - this seems to denote some sort of existential crisis!
Too young for a mid-life crisis. Puberty? Nahhh...
Accelerated development ???
You saying the man lives in a fishbowl, or something else profound, Beth?
I say when a man turns himself - willingly - into the embodiment of the most annoying symbol of the last part of last century and the beginning of this, we have a problem, Houston!
I hate that fekkin paper clip...
I think he looks kind of sexy......
Hey, yawl. Doesn't Jes know anything about Craven? I'm concerned myself. Perhaps this will summon him:
Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
II
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
III
Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now-now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
IV
Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people-ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
THE END
Letty - one of my all-time favourites!
Quote:To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
probably one of my favourite combinations of words and music
Hey, Jes. Who 'ya saying "Wha?" to? If it were directed toward me, perhaps I should clarify that the poem was called "The Bells" by Edgar Alan Poe.
Hey Mr. Stillwater is that a clip artist?
and famously (?) set to music ...
Quote:The Bells
By Edgar Allen Poe, musical adaptation by Phil Ochs
D
Hear the sledges with the bells
G D
Silver bells
What a world of merriment
C D
Their melody foretells
C Em A
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
C Em A
In the icy air of night
C Em A
All the heavens seem to twinkle
C Em A
With a crystalline delight
D Bm
Keeping time, time, time
F#m A
With a sort of Runic rhyme
D
From the tintinnabulation
C D
That so musically wells
D G D A7 D G D
From the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
G A7 D
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells
ehBeth, I love that poem too. When read aloud, it's mesmerizing.
Nah, Bob. The clip artist lives down the street and profits from charging $8.00 to repair $5.00 haircuts. He calls his barber shop a clip joint
I stole the avatar and the following from a guy named "black fluffy lion".
"It looks like you're writing a letter, I do believe I could
format it better" ~in loving memory of The Notorious CLIP aka Clippy
http://www.microsoft.com/Office/clippy/default.asp