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Politics : Sharks in the Septic Tank -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Mac Con Ulaidh who wrote (12590)	4/28/2001 9:57:28 PM
From: epicure	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 82486

And of course classical studies is the study of Caucasian people. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

To: Mac Con Ulaidh who wrote (12590)	4/29/2001 12:44:56 AM
From: average joe	Respond to of 82486

I love Russian literature, here is an excerpt from a Czech book, try and guess which one. "He regarded hanging as something simple and natural, a sort of daily bread, and in passing the sentences he often forgot his Imperial Majesty and even omitted to say: 'In the name of His Majesty you are condemned to death by hanging,' but declared: 'I condemn you.' Sometimes he even saw the comic side in hanging and once wrote about it to his wife in Vienna. ...or for example, my darling, you cannot imagine what a good laugh I had recently when a few days ago I sentenced a teacher for espionage. I have a trained man who does the hanging. He's already had considerable practice. He's a sergeant-major and does it as a sport. I was in my tent when this sergeant-major came to see me after the verdict and asked me where he should hang the teacher. Now conceive the humor of the situation. We were in the middle of the steppe, where we could see nothing far and wide except grass, and there wasn't a tree for miles. Orders are orders, and the sergeant-major took the teacher with him under escort and went to look for a tree. He did not get back until the evening and had the teacher with him still. He came to see me and asked again: 'What am I to hang this bastard on? I swore at him and told him that he knew my order: on the nearest tree. He said that he would try it next morning, and next morning he came to me white in the face and said that the teacher had disappeared in the early hours. I found it so funny that I forgave all those who had been guarding him and I even made the joke that the teacher must obviously have gone to look for a tree himself. So you see, my darling, we're not bored here in any way and you can tell little Willie that papa sends him a kiss and that he'll soon send him a live Russian which he can ride on like a pony..." You'll never get it, I know you won't.