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To: Little Engine who wrote (394)	11/4/1999 10:04:00 PM
From: CSage	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1063

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To: Little Engine who wrote (394)	11/5/1999 6:12:00 AM
From: VAB cowboy	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1063

As a refresher for those of you a tad unclear as to what exactly a faux pas is, and given the cranial, charismatic, cosmopolitan composition of our group I know you are all familiar with the term, with the exception of Little Engine and his minions, I have attached a parable below that I think allegorizes the concept nicely. The speaking parts should be read in your best high brow English accent. In merry olde England on the eve of the 20th century Arthur, the butler of Lord and Lady Dartmouth, had, upon his hiring, been given free use of the manor house's great library by Lord Dartmouth himself. While conferring this privilege Lord Dartmouth had magnanimously, if somewhat pompously, instructed Arthur to come to him in the event that the butler had a problem with the meaning of any of the words or concepts he might encounter in his reading. One night six months into Arthur's employment, Lord Dartmouth encountered the reserved butler in the manor's Great Hall. "I say Arthur how is your reading coming along? Any problems, Wot?" "Smashing, Milord" replied Arthur "except I have encountered a phrase I am unfamiliar with while reading Johnson, something to do with fox hunting I gather." "Well, let's have it man! What's the phrase? I've run many a fox to ground, in my day, I'll tell you and there's nothing I don't know about the subject. Out with it Man!" "Well, sir, it's Fox Pass." After nearly a minute of silence the great man spoke "Fox Pass, bugger me if I know what it means. How do you spell it?" "F-a-u-x P-a-s" lisped the butler. "No sodding wonder!" exclaimed Lord Dartmouth "it's bloody frog, a French phrase, and it's pronounced Foe Paw, my good fellow. Has absolutely nothing to do with fox hunting, don't you see." "What does it mean milord?" asked Arthur." Again Lord Dartmouth grew silent. "Well, I suppose an illustration would be the best way of explaining it. Wot." He looked at Arthur, removed his pince nez and said "Arthur do you remember last week when Lord and Lady Starling came to dine." "Aye milord," replid Arthur "Well prior to doing so we all took a constitutional in the garden, and during that walk Lord Starling gallantly picked a beautiful rose for Lady Starling, receiving a nasty prick on his finger in the process. Later, while you were serving dinner Lady Starling turned to Lord Starling and said 'Tell me dear how is your prick doing?' and Lord Starling replied 'It's absolutely throbbing', and you dropped the soup into my lap. Now Arthur that was a faux pas." Exit, pursued by a bear. (Stage direction in Shakespeare's The Winter's Tale, circa 1611) The Zone Writer....... excuse me...... The Zone Rider