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To: Poet who wrote (2360)	1/3/2001 3:49:51 PM
From: Neocon	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 6089

Given the violence of the response, I suppose you are correct. Too bad.....

To: Poet who wrote (2360)	1/3/2001 3:57:02 PM
From: Neocon	Respond to of 6089

Out of respect for your monicker, I leave you this: Dover Beach by: Matthew Arnold The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;--on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the {AE}gean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea. The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.

To: Poet who wrote (2360)	1/3/2001 5:37:28 PM
From: epicure	Respond to of 6089

Difference of opinion can lead to violence and bloodshed, as is ever so well illustrated in the world today. It only leads to free enquiry where there is respect on both sides. Impossible to respect idiots, simply for the sake of furthering freedom of opinion. Every idiot has a right to an opinion, but they certainly don't have a right to be respected by me for having it. There are, of course, informed and interesting conservatives. I just haven't met any on SI. Well, that's not true. I know two. But I won't expose them to ignominy by naming names.