MS Foy has gone all cryptic in his comment on yesterday's posting, but I have decided to interpret it as a request for me to post a link to Talking Heads' "Uh-Oh, Love Comes to Town", a song that I'm always happy to sing along to as it contains the line "I'm a know-it-all, I'm the smartest man in town".
Monsieur Foy's own notionally-about-wargaming blog is in particularly fine form at the moment having recently featured the birds in his garden, the etiquette of selfies and motor racing at Aintree. Really wild general.
The most cryptic response now would probably be no response, but I can do enigmatic too. My uh-oh was merely reaching for the hankies - I find Byron hits a nerve regularly - not an obvious choice of poet for a Stoic. You aren't going soft on us, are you?
I think the entirely hypothetical question here is whether, were one to have had an affair with a married woman (and it is to such that I believe we must assume Lord B was addressing himself), then would one turn to poetry to articulate the pain in one's soul or to Marcus Aurelius to tell one how to behave; knowing that, no spoiler alert at all, his answer could be summed up by the word 'better'. I ask on behalf of a friend you understand.
The most cryptic response now would probably be no response, but I can do enigmatic too. My uh-oh was merely reaching for the hankies - I find Byron hits a nerve regularly - not an obvious choice of poet for a Stoic. You aren't going soft on us, are you?
ReplyDeleteI think the entirely hypothetical question here is whether, were one to have had an affair with a married woman (and it is to such that I believe we must assume Lord B was addressing himself), then would one turn to poetry to articulate the pain in one's soul or to Marcus Aurelius to tell one how to behave; knowing that, no spoiler alert at all, his answer could be summed up by the word 'better'. I ask on behalf of a friend you understand.
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