Since tonight it’s just the two of us, I thought I’d give away money.
I’ve got a $100 gift card, and will select a winner at random tomorrow out of those who comment by Noon Eastern on Sunday.
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True, they rather order me about some, and make me jump from spar to spar, like a grasshopper in a May meadow.
One entry and a dream
And at first, this sort of thing is unpleasant enough.
It touches one’s sense of honour, particularly if you come of an old established family in the land, the Van Rensselaers, or Randolphs, or Hardicanutes.
Please pick me, random number generator!
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It seems there are plenty of Saturday night readers! I look forward to reading your daily updates on what is happening.
And more than all, if just previous to putting your hand into the tar-pot, you have been lording it as a country schoolmaster, making the tallest boys stand in awe of you.
Thanks for your blog. I appreciate this post for the amusing comments even if I don’t manage to win!
please choose me. I am worthy
The transition is a keen one, I assure you, from a schoolmaster to a sailor, and requires a strong decoction of Seneca and the Stoics to enable you to grin and bear it.
USAirways shares Jack and Squat to other One World Partners. THE. WORST.
It seems more people read your blog on saturday evenings than you thought. My musing? Why does alaska fly SAN-BOS? It’s a bizarre city pair for an airline with only hubs in the pacific nw.
One mo!
But even this wears off in time.
What of it, if some old hunks of a sea-captain orders me to get a broom and sweep down the decks?
Any napa/Sonoma tips?
What does that indignity amount to, weighed, I mean, in the scales of the New Testament?
Sin f is incredible!!!!
As long as it’s not a $100 gift card to Red Lobster, I’m in.
Do you think the archangel Gabriel thinks anything the less of me, because I promptly and respectfully obey that old hunks in that particular instance?
woop!
Only one for me. I feel lucky.
I enjoy learning on the blogs and cannot understand why people are negative. If you do not like what you read, do not read it or come back another day.
Who ain’t a slave?
It helps when its Sunday morning here
Hey we are here in oklahoma. Best wishes and hope Argentina can win tomorrow’s world cup final.
Wanna go on vacation!
Tell me that.
Cool! It’s actually morning here in Beijing so off to enjoy the beautiful weather here!
Pick me, pick me!
Well, then, however the old sea-captains may order me about—however they may thump and punch me about, I have the satisfaction of knowing that it is all right; that everybody else is one way or other served in much the same way—either in a physical or metaphysical point of view, that is; and so the universal thump is passed round, and all hands should rub each other’s shoulder-blades, and be content.
Maybe more readers than you thought? I enjoy the blog!
Again, I always go to sea as a sailor, because they make a point of paying me for my trouble, whereas they never pay passengers a single penny that I ever heard of.
On the contrary, passengers themselves must pay.
Gift cards for shopping are always welcome!
I’d love some free money to spend
And there is all the difference in the world between paying and being paid.
Huh, cats?
The act of paying is perhaps the most uncomfortable infliction that the two orchard thieves entailed upon us.
Good Luck.
But BEING PAID,—what will compare with it?
The urbane activity with which a man receives money is really marvellous, considering that we so earnestly believe money to be the root of all earthly ills, and that on no account can a monied man enter heaven.
Ah!
“First the doctor told me the good news: I was going to have a disease named after me.”
How cheerfully we consign ourselves to perdition!
Finally, I always go to sea as a sailor, because of the wholesome exercise and pure air of the fore-castle deck.
For as in this world, head winds are far more prevalent than winds from astern (that is, if you never violate the Pythagorean maxim), so for the most part the Commodore on the quarter-deck gets his atmosphere at second hand from the sailors on the forecastle.
“A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.” By this measure, I am unsuccessful :(:(:(
Mo mo money …