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Marxist writers were not famed for their clarity or elegance of exposition. Indeed, clarity was rather looked down upon by them ...
The contingency of the moment may matter. Between the conception and the act falls the shadow of the public response.
UPDATE. Urbs notes: “The wanker is paraphrasing T. S. Eliot’s The Hollow Men.” Seemingly so; and dreadfully.
The density of the prose is directly proportional to the contempt of the writer for the reader - discuss.
Posted by SwinishCapitalist on 2007 05 05 at 04:14 AM • permalinkGood Lord. Reminds me of some equally obtuse and waffly High Court judgments I had to wade through in law school…
Posted by Abu Chowdah on 2007 05 05 at 04:24 AM • permalinkBut once the shadow of the public response falls, should he use just the one square of paper?
Posted by Margos Maid on 2007 05 05 at 05:10 AM • permalinkPanty Shield and his hand-moisturising working class heroes at Club Troppo really should try to share their wages more fairly with the proletariat they have so eagerly enshrined. The day I see Panty Shield hand over some of the money he earns for doing around four hours of actual work per day, I’ll believe that he cares for anyone other himself. I’d recommend a day with this wanker for anyone who believes his wankery; a first class prick to behold!
“Between the conception and the act falls the shadow of the public response.”
The wanker is paraphrasing T. S. Eliot’s “The Hollow Men”:
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the ShadowSo, not only is he a twit: he a plagarist as well. But “The Hollow Men” sums up Sheil and his ilk well.
Posted by Urbs in Horto on 2007 05 05 at 07:25 AM • permalinkFound the full quote:
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.Beautifully done, Urbs (#17). Caught him with his hand in the bikky jar.
Sheil pinches some T.S. Eliot quote, tarts it up with a couple of meaningless words, and thinks himself an intellectual giant dazzling all and sundry with his erudition.
What a pillock.
Posted by Pedro the Ignorant on 2007 05 05 at 08:19 AM • permalink“Indeed, clarity was rather looked down upon by them…”
That’s actually a weak sentence: Passive voice, etc. From Dalrymple better is expected.
But yeah, at least it means something in English.
Posted by Don't Bogart that Midget, Comrade! on 2007 05 05 at 08:52 AM • permalinkThe wanker is paraphrasing T. S. Eliot’s “The Hollow Men”
Chris, here’s a writing tip. When you make a literary allusion, the sentence still has to make sense to the reader who doesn’t ‘get it.’
That’s the difference between a master and a hack.Posted by daddy dave on 2007 05 05 at 10:02 AM • permalink#2. Bravissima!
The number of syllables in portentous pomposities is rivalled only by the number of molecules in a dust-mite’s mouth.
Disinfect, then discuss.
Posted by carpefraise on 2007 05 05 at 10:03 AM • permalinkI think that the left can’t write because the left has nothing of substance to say.
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2007 05 05 at 10:51 AM • permalink#14 Zoe
Now which smarta….lec is going to write a PERL script to deliver an HTML page with a random Shielism.
Could be these guys. My first thought upon reading Sheil’s leaden drivel was that he’d cribbed it from the Chomskybot.
Posted by Spiny Norman on 2007 05 05 at 11:10 AM • permalink#35 yeah, poor guy. He has to watch the Right reveal the thousand sordid images of which his soul is constituted.
Posted by daddy dave on 2007 05 05 at 01:55 PM • permalinkdaddy dave, Chris Sheil has well and truly his nickname “Cretan”, many times over. The amazing thing is that he still sees himself as some sort of intellectual.
Talk about denialism!
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2007 05 05 at 02:22 PM • permalink“The contingency of the moment may matter. Between the conception and the act falls the shadow of the public response.”
Do what?
The words look like they should be English, but….
Posted by Barbara Skolaut on 2007 05 05 at 02:32 PM • permalinkSheil and Leunig and that bunch always make me think of Brando in The Wild One:
Mildred: What’re you rebelling against, Johnny?
Johnny: Whaddya got?They can’t be ‘happy’ unless they’re carping about others. They remind me of a former sister-in-law. For her to be happy it wasn’t enough that she be ‘happy’ but that others around her had to be unhappy.
Posted by JorgXMcKie on 2007 05 05 at 02:59 PM • permalink“The contingency of the moment may matter. Between the conception and the act falls the shadow of the public response.”
I may have this decifered…
The contingency of the moment may matter.
Ok, This is about the battlefront of the GWoT in Iraq. This is also about how much everyone hates GW Bush in particular and nasty Americans in general. That’s the contingency of the moment, usually nowadays.
Between the conception and the act ...
This is about the DNC finally dropping the pretense and going all out and vocal in their treason and their demand that the US capitulate to the enemy, sounded good on paper, and in their echo chambers, but once they got to the actual podium…
...falls the shadow of the public response.
They noticed the angry stares, murmurs of discontent and hands reaching for flaying knives all over the general public area.
#35 and 36.
Those are the two most profound sentences in the english language to my mind.
Eliot is the only poet I can read over, and over, and over.
He even rates a recitation in Project X of all things. (The beginning of
Prufrock.)Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2007 05 05 at 07:27 PM • permalinkI think that the left can’t write because the left has nothing of substance to say.
Actually, they do by the one iron rule of all “progressives:” He who shouts first and loudest is truest…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 05 05 at 10:58 PM • permalinkyeah, I like Eliot too. Studied him in high school. “Preludes” was one of my favorites. That line that I butchered is actually from a verse about a prostitute:
You tossed a blanket from the bed.
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They flickered against the ceiling.Posted by daddy dave on 2007 05 05 at 10:59 PM • permalink#43 I considered quoting that here, and decided not to. I’m glad you did, though. I love Preludes more than Prufrock.
Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2007 05 06 at 12:58 AM • permalinkCame late to this one, but I couldn’t agree more.
Theodore Dalrymple is one of the best English writers today. He is realist and so much in touch with what’s happening, probably because of his background as a doctor dealing with the offspring of the mean streets of the UK and of its social policies for the past three decades. Christopher Hitchens is another wonderful writer.
Odd that they both lean to the right. In Hitchens’ case, a convert from the left.
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Translation: He was caught wanking in a public toilet. Received a 12 month good behaviour bond and George Michael’s phone number.