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 Monday July 4th 2016Tim Candler9


     It's been long years for your correspondent upon earth, and he has yet to develop a reasonable relationship with the words Intelligent, Intellect, Charades and Puns. He also has a bit of a problem with things like The Olympics, Competitive Sports and although this second list is long it contains nothing that consistently touches the visceral part of his cortex, sends the shivers down his spine that produce what I guess has to be a knee-jerk reaction. The better path would likely be some sort of twelve step program, but most such therapeutic recipes do call for commitment by a supplicant to a Highness, and here I'd rather potter down to the barn see how the Angel of Greed is managing his own recovery program. He's reading Calvin's Commentaries at the moment and has taken to preaching against The Papists, which can be entertaining even if it is a little mean spirited, but worth remembering the Angel of Greed claims that just prior to his martyrdom he smoked a pipe with Luther.



      In my own equally pathetic attempts at recovery, I have found several potentially useful directions. I have to avoid anything that sounds like Logic of course, it's one of those puns that sends me into a steep decline, but I do have a fondness for the word Dialectic so long as I don't associate Dialectic with the word Intellect, something that's far too easy to do. Better to think of Dialectic as a three part movement in an Interpretive Dance. On the one hand, on the other hand, and Either Way. It's almost like a Waltz, but without the associated musical accompaniment or scoring board, funny shoes and perfumes. All of which does give "Dialectic as Waltzing" a certain Charade-ness, so better to cling to an Interpretive Dance as performed by tearful toddlers in nappies where the Either Way has a tantrum. Inevitably there are brief moments of joy, the decision that a Japanese Great Tit uses compositional syntax and the decision that Pea Plants are able to evaluate risk are two of them. My own eloquent contributions to the literature "Never Let An Eggplant See a Hosepipe" and "Bluebirds Play Chess" were both returned with polite little notes.


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