Originally posted by LMcD
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Does this constitute snobbery?
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Originally posted by ferneyhoughgeliebte View Post... as they often commented whilst watching said movies.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Strolling through the Prado the other day (of course I only visit Spain in February, to avoid the riffraff), I remarked to my companion that anyone who professes to have some idea of what Kafka's work is about without having read it in the original is asking only to be made a fool of. How very true, she replied, and obviously the same could be said of Montaigne, Petrarch, Tacitus and the Pre-Socratics.
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Originally posted by Conchis View PostReally?
A couple of people have popped in to engage in low-level abuse but have offered no follow-up. I've certainly been called far worse for far less!
Thought I say it myself, this thread has been an example of the forum at its best: it's got silly at times :) but maybe that was necessary light relief. It's encapsulated an interesting socio-cultural-political discussion, which you'd be unlikely to find in any branch of Wetherspoons.
I'll admit I began the thread in a spirit of frustration after my rather desolating experience in Cleethorpes (a town that invites desolation) but I now feel somewhat better about it all. And guess what? Today, I had an email from the organisation I worked with there on Friday telling me how much they'd enjoyed working with me! :)
I think there is a great deal of difference between constant posters and occasional posters in what they expect from the posting and reading....some still have the idea that this is Friends of R3 Forum which had a different ethos....
....anyway good....I don't know how your wife who sounds a much more balanced individual, puts up with you....bong ching
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Originally posted by Richard Barrett View PostStrolling through the Prado the other day (of course I only visit Spain in February, to avoid the riffraff), I remarked to my companion that anyone who professes to have some idea of what Kafka's work is about without having read it in the original is asking only to be made a fool of. How very true, she replied, and obviously the same could be said of Montaigne, Petrarch, Tacitus and the Pre-Socratics.It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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