Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
1.24.2007
Life With a Toddler, Vol. 23
The Little Boy has discovered the flugelhorn. You didn't know Piers had a flugelhorn, did you? Well, here it is. The Little Boy alternately calls it his “tuba” or his “trumpet.” We tried to get him to say “flugelhorn,” but it came out something like “fufflhomm.”
I love that part of Gulliver's Travels where Gulliver is captured by the fufflhomms. Their somewhat simplified language and their small stature mystify Gulliver, as does their inability to get used to their new beds.
"I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
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I love that part of Gulliver's Travels where Gulliver is captured by the fufflhomms. Their somewhat simplified language and their small stature mystify Gulliver, as does their inability to get used to their new beds.
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