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By the way Mr Banks, Wise Odo is right. Ignore the petty poltroons who disdain your witty ditties.
GB wished Eldorion a Happy 1000th Post Birthday... but he seems to have overlooked mine. Does this imply GB loves Eldo more than me?
Can you really blame him? Everyone knows Eldorion is lovable. Yes, his penchant for Loremastering, for facts and figures and clear thinking, can be somewhat tiresome at times, but I can forgive him that. He means well.
You should know that you are very lovable. Your antics, your ability to make people laugh, and the fact that you still make qualitative contributions in light of the preceding two points makes you very cool.
You should know that Loremastering is a form of wisdom.
You are most kind. I would expect nothing less of you. (Frankly, I find your Loremastering to be of the highest quality, the very highest! )
I hope the mood passes, for I am sure you could be a great Loremaster if you put your mighty mind to the task.
You are very kind, my dear Hobbit! I hope only that your own greatness is not forgotten.
Never fear, True Chum, I have not forgotten my greatness - though it is kind of you notice!
Au contraire, it is intuition which is archaic. Thinking and studying raises the mind even higher, though perhaps yours does not need a more elevated position, what with you already being so wise. Who knows what might happen if you became any wiser?
Truly, I couldn't have missed it. Your greatness is evident wherever you post.
We have spoken.
I am rather surprised to see you two speaking as one, but it's good. The whole situation does, however, make the suspicion of MPD a bit ironic. On the other hand, they say [i:1c9qujdx]it takes one(s) to know one[/i:1c9qujdx], so maybe I shouldn't be surprised. I thank you for your kind words about me.
I certainly hope Mr Banks hasn't been including [i:1g8cg39f]my [/i:1g8cg39f]posts with Mr Banks posts!? Using the mere similarities of name to confuse us all!
I have not counted them all (you know by now I don't resort to using such ridiculous aids to wisdom as mathematics - unless I'm in the mood for that kind of nonsense) but I swear Mr Banks has [b:1g8cg39f]NOT [/b:1g8cg39f]done a thousand, and to include my [i:1g8cg39f]own[/i:1g8cg39f] in his count (to boost his figures), as I suspect is what has happened here (and here I assume Mr Banks is a Male - but we can't be sure about [i:1g8cg39f]anything[/i:1g8cg39f] here anymore, I feel), is something of an outrage!
Mr Banks, you should be ashamed of yourself!
I'm reminded now of Emily Dickinson's memorable words!
Those who pretend to be someone else,
Whether man, or dwarf, or hobbit, or elf...
Oh Jack be nimble! Jack be quick!
Don't let him get away with it!
Grab and knot his foul tongue tight!
His hot blood drained until he's white!
His eyeballs poked! His innards drawn!
His gonads mounted on the wall!
And when he begs mercy from all and one,
He shall surely fail, due to his tongue!
NB Maybe I'm channeling Emily Bronte?
I can see it now! Yes - but something Mr Banks might go in for, I'm afraid - a little bit [color=#FF0040:2mszo212][i:2mszo212]obscure[/i:2mszo212][/color:2mszo212] for me).
(Just between you and me and the gatepost, Eldo, we [i:3iaajid6]know [/i:3iaajid6]I'm a shoe-in. And to think of me back in my bucolic younger days when I spent so much of my life rush-cutting in Rushock Bog (below Needlehole). Thatching was a good start in life for me, I feel. Because it learned me to be humble. Ah! But now the callouses are gone, and my hands have long been soft and supple. You know, in a way I miss those back breaking days submerged to my knees in stinking bog, the flies crawling up my nose, the leeches sucking my legs dry... Hey![i:3iaajid6] No, I don't![/i:3iaajid6] Give me an Emmy any time...! )
(If those aren't shown in Australia: Dirty Jobs is about a guy who goes around to places, often farms, and does disgusting jobs. Man vs. Wild is this guy who runs around in the wilderness and talks about 'survival tips' in extreme situations.)
But no, actually we do have those shows down here too, and I don't mind the idea of [i:1rqmwkwn]other [/i:1rqmwkwn]hobbits getting down and dirty and calloused. But me, nah, I like the high life - you know, seed-cakes, (never-kissed) crispy bacon, Old Winyard...and the occasional puff of finest Old Toby ([i:1rqmwkwn]just don't tell my fans or the Emmy Institute people, I said that![/i:1rqmwkwn] )
[i:3qfvs8hf]Once there was a crabbit hydrant,
The doggy said to he,
"Oh you are so redly vibrant,
A revelation to see."
He said, "There's no denyent,
Your words do very please,
But don't you go and tryant,
To cock yourself and pee!
For I am never pliant,
To disgusting liberties!
Hey! Should ye come and tryant,
I'll punch the shite from thee!"
And so the doggy client,
Wisely sped away from he!
(A hydrant with fists a'flyant,
Ah, tis a dangerous mystery!) [/i:3qfvs8hf]
It seems Mr Banks is two faced (and possibly of two minds) for he is nothing short of sweet to me on this thread. As you know, I don't sail on the shallow seas we find on other threads and so I must trust your word in this. All I can suggest is either (1) allow him his extravagances and smile quietly, holding in your heart the knowledge that he is a small-minded artless fool or (2) remind him it is poor form to deride Tall Poppies, Artistic Geniuses and Handsome Fellows (Me, that is). Indeed, it is the meanest sort of jealousy in my opinion!
NB I will be away for a day or two on family business (in fact, attending my dear mother's 80th Birthday Surprise Party many miles away). Kindly keep an eye out for me will you while I'm gone. (If Mr Banks disappears too, then I will know I am being followed! )