September 26, 2003 - 12:03 p.m.
god we're rolling... so i guess i should say today's procrassssss tination has left a trail of entries to amuse and confuse ... ME.
reading Corneille i came to a crisis of recognition. The language of scorn has existed since... at least 1637. If yer interested in the full detail check out Pierre's apologetic letter. sooooo smug, but so appropriate. He couldn� said it better. people may have always been petty and shitty.
Read:
"Sir, it was not enough for you that your libels wound me publicly; your letters hound me in the privacy of my chamber, and you send me unjust accusations when the least that you owe me is apologies. I myself pass no judgement on the matter, but leave that up to you. I am all the more noncommital for not wishing to offend [someone, for pc's sake] of so exalted a station, with whom i do not have the honour of being acquainted. All that i can say to you is that i question neither your rank nor your qualification, in which i have no interest.
meaning: you fuck. (corneille was more generous on this note). if it weren't enough to lay slander on at the bar... the least you could do is stop invading people's private lives while they're at home. Seeing as how you don't have a name attached to your fabulous little bite, i'm not sure where to respond, except to hope you keep invading my privacy to read this.
Next: It is not a question of knowing how noble or how much more qualified you are when it comes to judging...througout your wonderfully sincere and cordial behaviour toward a friend, you deny insulting me. Do you call that courtesy?
To dumb it down: who made you fit to judge anyone, or an authority over any life but your own? your pretense of being helpful to the poor girlfriend of "I" is bullshit, because if you were looking to help anyone you would have gone about things in a more rational less drunken way.
You're as guilty of imperfection as anyone else is.
And so on: Despite the foregoing exchange of jibes, if after your petulant insults your friendship could still be of value to me, and if i were obliged to take note of only the harm that you have successfully inflicted rather than all you have intended,...treat me henceforward as one as much unknown as I wish to let you remain now that i know you.
Meaning: fuck off, you can manage the rest.
In conclusion: Should one volume of your �bservations not be enough for you, write fifty more ; until the basis of your attack is much firmer.
