>Dear Gabe
>
>Wicked. The doomladen beat of "collect product". I
>liked the ear of political vision.
>
>Poor Smart, one would think he had suffered enough.
Dear Alison, I was serious.
It is a bang-up way to teach the Jubilate. Ride the kids and then you are rewarded; don't ride them and that's the end of it right there. If we don't ride these kids who will speak for Smart? Answer, no one. Then pretty soon who will speak OF Smart? Answer? You know the answer. And that's the end of it right there. We ride kids where I come from. I was ridden and ino t wasn't so bad. And that's the part of it: learnign how to be happy -- right in the middle of being unhappy. That's the key, Elision. The kids must be forced to realize this. Did Boethius have a choice?: fuck no. Did Smart have a choice about being confined to a bucket? : fuck no. So I give those kids no choices: I collect their products and command them even more. But that the poem is the record of one of the great tricks of the course of human achievement: Smart had no choices and he produced a thing near that bucket that has made us all happy. I want my kids to make me happy in turn. I almost hit a "d" there when I typed that "n" in the last word of that last sentence. G
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