PROFICIENT MEANS ARE
THE MAXIMUM MOTIVE
They broke the glass and scrawled
a message, and then ran like scrawny
weeds. What else is to be expected?
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Come sit, and have tea with me. I
am loathsome, I grant you, but by
today's standards - really - that's
not such a bad thing. Come, and
have tea with me.
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Do you know how, in the Tempest,
Shakespeare has Ariel in a fix?
Caught between a deal and a bargain;
nowhere to turn but the wild, wild sea?
It's all false, and fake as can be,
Come, have tea with me.
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Metaphors and allegories, who
cares? Tempests and furies? What's
there? - this is all imagined stuff,
a frothy dream like Caliban and his
twenty. Let me take a moment to
reiterate - we owe each other
nothing, (you callous ingrate).
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Come then, have tea with me and
stop a moment on your way. We
can talk of anything you'd like.
I can only just now realize I'm a
scholar at heart. Tea? With me?
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The 'newspapers and the TV
news are no longer addressed to
me; shapers of public opinion
look right past people like me.
And yes I am revolted by all that
I see - this 'democratic' air, the
'rabblement' of Joyce, the paper
tigers of the dead and dying.'
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'A foolish race, and with so little
to say. I hunger in vain for a
running conversation, about books,
religion, ideas, politics...No one
wants a serious engagement; its
all money, toys, debt, and movies:
The polished erudition of a monkey.'
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Come, have tea with me, and we
can talk of other things.
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