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Wednesday, May 9, 2007

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Justan Tamarind: Book I e17 Between two variant forms of rule. This truly's no conundrum for a fool, Or group of fools, my princes. No; this Land's not/ witless either. The people who'll Judge your new decisions will not miss One jot or one sly underturn, if any of the latter appear; nor will they kiss Farewell, I say again, to what these many Years has served with unchecked ease. A trehnney For a xyymme? You had better show a xyymme At least." "Sir Yuston, we never treat time As refuse or as something to be used Quite indiscriminately when we climb Kingdom-ruling faces, though we are bruised There and often held back from reaching some Plateau worth all our efforts; nor excuse Ourselves from reason. So you have come Complaining, cautioninng; and with your thumb Extended downward, would mutilate Our pride, if nothing else. Well then, berate. I'll join you/ for that matter. Of course lt will take time before we terminate This not ungoodly form of rule; but the horse We bring to you is not a Trojan one Nor an Ederon stallion, with cruel force Sequestered in its bowels, but rather one Which is a real gift--a minor sun!/ In usefulness. No, Sir Yuston, I'm not offering a trehnney for a xyymme. It is a xyymme, and more; yet I agree With you when you suggest that through that time Required to change Moiland's government we be/ led by Justan--the singular sane arrangement, to be sure. Actually, Though you would have me/ more clearly explain These plans we/ do not intend/ to refrain From promulgating, since I did conceive Of them, originally: to leave That task and pleasure to our king, I feel, Is more appropriate/ and wise. Believe Me, friends, you will not be/ squirrels that squeal In vain for food. No longer are you mere Unthinking animals, whose lot's to reel Toward wherever a prince directs, to fear A monarch's whims. The reckoning year for copyright information see homepage Brian A. J. Salchert



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