O, Tempora! O, Mores! (E.A.P.)

O, Times! O, Manners! It is my opinion That you are changing sadly your dominion — I mean the reign of manners hath long ceased, For men have none at all, or bad at least; And as for times, altho’ ’tis said by many The “good old times” were far the worst of any, Of which sound doctrine l believe each tittle, Yet still I think these worse than them a little. I’ve been a thinking — isn’t that the phrase? — I like your Yankee words and Yankee ways — I’ve been a thinking, whether it were best To take things seriously, or all in jest; Whether, with grim Heraclitus of yore, To weep, as he did, till his eyes were sore, Or rather laugh with him, that queer philosopher, Democritus of Thrace, who used to toss over The page of life and grin at the dog-ears, As though he’d say, “Why, who the devil cares?” This is a question which, oh heaven, withdraw The luckless query from a member’s claw! Instead of two sides, Bob has nearly eight, Each fit to furnish forth four hours debate. What shall be done?...
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Salutations! In view, a humble syntax servant cast surprisingly as both saint and sinner by the spine of Fate.  This superficies, no scant semblance of show, is a symbol of the sanity of man — now spent, suspended. However, this sanguine sojourning of a bygone strife stands spurred, and has sworn to surmount these sanctioned and savage scourges safeguarding suffering and securing the severely sharp and strident snafu of snobbery!  The only sentence is spite; a squabble held as security, not in vain, for the stock and sincerity of such shall one day substantiate the scrupulous and the satisfying. 


Surely, this superfluity of spoofy speech skews most strenuous, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me S.


#vforvendetta #sforsatire 

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  1. ZMarch 19, 2025 at 2:33 PM

    Resisting the urge to memorize this and greet every new person I meet this way...

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