Say, has any of you fine people posted anything in the last 6 hrs? I can't tell if Friday afternoons are simply extraordinarily quiet or if there's some funny business with LJ that prevents me from seeing updates in real time during this window.
But my own entry that I've just posted - which should come up top of my friends page, right? comes up way after yours, even though you posted yours on the 26th and mine is from the 27th. ?
Your pow'rs we dauntlessly pooh-pooh: Although our threats you now pooh-pooh, A dire revenge will fall on you. A dire revenge will fall on you, If you besiege Should he besiege Our high prestige-- Your high prestige-- (The word "prestige" is French). The word "prestige" is French).
PEERS. Our lordly style You shall not quench With base canaille!
FAIRIES. (That word is French.)
PEERS. Distinction ebbs Before a herd Of vulgar plebs!
FAIRIES. (A Latin word.)
PEERS. 'Twould fill with joy, And madness stark The hoi polloi!
FAIRIES. (A Greek remark.)
PEERS. One Latin word, one Greek remark, And one that's French.
Hey, Da. An ex, now dead, taught me that one. He'd grown up in far southeast Texas and had the corresponding accent, thick as a slab of cornpone. And he liked nothing better than, after a quick quote from Miss Piggy, to bat his eyes and say "Thayut's Fraaayunch. We had a guvvanuss, ya know. All us young 'uns only spoke Fraaayunch at home."
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Your pow'rs we dauntlessly pooh-pooh: Although our threats you now pooh-pooh,
A dire revenge will fall on you. A dire revenge will fall on you,
If you besiege Should he besiege
Our high prestige-- Your high prestige--
(The word "prestige" is French). The word "prestige" is French).
PEERS. Our lordly style
You shall not quench
With base canaille!
FAIRIES. (That word is French.)
PEERS. Distinction ebbs
Before a herd
Of vulgar plebs!
FAIRIES. (A Latin word.)
PEERS. 'Twould fill with joy,
And madness stark
The hoi polloi!
FAIRIES. (A Greek remark.)
PEERS. One Latin word, one Greek remark,
And one that's French.
Hey, Da. An ex, now dead, taught me that one. He'd grown up in far southeast Texas and had the corresponding accent, thick as a slab of cornpone. And he liked nothing better than, after a quick quote from Miss Piggy, to bat his eyes and say "Thayut's Fraaayunch. We had a guvvanuss, ya know. All us young 'uns only spoke Fraaayunch at home."