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libidomechanica · 10 months ago

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Untitled (“Young may ache”)

A curtal sonnet sequence

Of thee. I sleet: yet can I pulleys, here green, the Day of Agripping a soul doth strolled out. A poor as swallow’d tempers may strive the gray his is at you let a loue? Young may ache. The memorial tent a straitors—none and I by that a poisonous nigh. Watch out of boy half so doth bulrush the first wondering to given: her side bound, we sat, had light well; for Hell mix with Juan spoke nothing slips which we do not: the world.

By red, Kate Brown! To mind at large darkness he toilet and to see thing, so as ne’er been his broke an odd malformer frame. And sweet my Stellas stern, something eyes, like price must speaks up to heart. And shook the universal sun. ’ Replied around, it shall be found heaven dealt in the who are all about us, than were their paroxysm drew: he base to sleep it should not the stepping, that and since and love, a gloom which was sternity.

Stricken with the must curse of untend the horses to quietly, be mine; the world from the streams, this whispers over; I know is cramm’d forget you may we have what time the world offering pride a gentlemanly disputes, staid long silken boys they are the darkness can both flower. Its so fast sad? For one is it a stormy stamp of ever let my father, the spire the Passion’d faery land: started up from sorrowing best friends.

The Pelides’ drear! On the seas chain music mute, in act of no quite of human he strange. When the Tory making when the ungracious torch-flame o’ coin we sat, she lily will spells, to saying of that fame is legs in they be male, sir. This must came next, hollow’d? Or remembers, a coal alarum patted egg release, and with their glory curd, to them: then will taken born creatures, or every born from two broken: happen.

By generative a full of sin to the brainpan were or the Simple Kurd away, white rosemary wear, that for that ever with scraps of she beguiled! Never knew, the monster, Care,—I wish I careless in the was the never like frozen stone, to make her true Loue vnkind; she multitudinous and comforted, ’ song. Air pure; though and sweetest portal all they wish and the centures—soul, when I know will store to weep; and pale.

I have me as always stir. Yet, yea wounded and wimpling grace and so well near, and to thee in minted, but suffering polisher might from your believed, she silent influences are; and imputed she head? Whose two are yonder, and the blue. ’Er that grew with thee eremite: and clos’d to say at have said I, whose to growing fully. The smiles, and day and much the static scale thy voice like a windows. The deeply on my child.

’ Then green death to speare, as when shuts, close, hither lustfull leaf, ’ and two are we are band often spake his came not disgrace with solemn close, for young Ben had given you, war with full of human talk almost sang of the ears, and hardly she wildly colder beautiful, for younger. Together wings; I set doves. My mammy yet; I’m o’er young love a waxen fact; from Psyche’s: and child, wintry peak within his fed; His pouch constrously.

The doth loves, while were oppose fair.—Send itself, we’ll unseen; thus, that sung in the senseless, might then the tells me fight wash away, you are most love heaven desires; by that each served; she no long thee, that wished, falls in the braves away. Huddling dark heau’ns in dream, froze to be this immorals of the nymphs, that there and therefore long hand wronger and we tried at relish Hobbing young, I’m o’ergrown his Highness, tuned with without among sight.

Eyes; so that was girt to me the silver, scarce he said, Sweet maids were never where close hopeless summer: light back: the fever, is pain. Blue as I; but the souls, poets which the womanhood made held our sinless your aims: working on this arms; and come of mocker, monstrous cavalier, or as wide descend, whose hills, rotting heads: she noiseless demon, be marry the blue noon’s tread too much glowing than though envy, this arrive what Love.

Which supine to do. Knees heart were scatterns, and man: and the blue not a pathless, might thee, wretched from the woman, he lay by discloset, one still; no hides it self-murder all his death! God blest for a which grief. To fall: in vain kind dearest foe in autumn trembleme. And the habits your child, if good the laughs are; not our sober westerday. To take the mourning with triumphant, until now, tenfold taketh me—he way one close?

A king flute,—will, I shall that same, then as iced gusts star, o love, when were given though some Arab hard-ship, love, and more it ever with reproue. Whose thou triumphs gay betwixt the mould, two in the dwarf would nothing till Thou Angela wasted, as dark when, hawker of war without know. Rotting reside, and beautiful! The toil’d: thus matcht, with Daffadillies a City. Or features, and strument, didst seem’d full of science, but she thus wrecks?

And them were laid to slips for meet. Subtraction ties in skin his passion foul that counting whelm the day is gone. Her bristle, and the garden, Maud, so kiss your chief the piebald my pen, blub like to her love himself then, is this eye, the thus change primatur’ will growth, I cantos into the long the mind: and ever. Love in siluer fingered from ever knees: for feet and I ask’d with a side the living steep our hairs, forgive! Of war.

And and Imagination is my lips unchanging and slended; his fear. And the black and approve will now somewhat abandoned the flung balls and fettered on the woman say, for more, more prophetic; for it, did now shaking the refused to his can reach others, half in a calf in a gushing with the window of heavenly hide, though I adoring best, and nobody and frae my loue to wed. Cloak from overhaile.

Or cheeks as perfumed the was wreak venge, ladies on its measure lies groan—you must be— yes. With her upper temper’d alone, I marry yet. Before my memorial: I feels its Fountain—the room.—Love the light and starry yet; I’m o’ershadows nothing as swallow’d our soul am fed. The kissing: why kept walking tack. Send worthy of man. Of money, wrapp’d in and blew, but work. With his corporal person, until now besidence.

His prize in weak point o’er his still, Despair,— you, bigger room to taketh me. Train peace, were from heads did before help the west, drown you will stood, and moulder: her own religion, what in and plume, wild from kiss heralds and choose, then, till? I met us smooth darken’d; for a nation to move, for good may ceased here! Off my way; wind, for throught in this trouble work of somewhat shoulder so as none long the bright of then give hunt to its with it.

Rhyme, but, by Nature like Atlantic and stallings hovers, the vale; the beats loud, Oh Good-for-Nothings; by two can rule and flustering a sister Psyche, ’ Florian added before so: it mean, we stir his questions, married at me. Miss the sport, and other’s day? Satisfy my lips cannot ever so good zecchini, so her blissful change and impious plot, ’ he spy you curtain mocker, monstration she gold, now address.

River, and homeward though verdantly? Their dear; now, soon my spring were only mine artists; not ever horn in a chill, and all summer. White lilies, everywhere grave- damps falls, cast—but face; let closed in life paid to wage, and I, betwixt men we seem still we shows his arm-chair siesta tooth what t was no replied, but not yet. Would follow sigh, I wish: but you, my souls, poets when the sunlight. Thy light-winged fro, with bulked remain.

Radiant Sisterhoods and turn, nor doth triumphant, with vnkindlier throught staid not what complished out of reason found us.—I have sugar’d Shírín’s Lip the lacing been and his pipes, other Eden, or leave the heart wildfire but if your feel her hair with gloom wrough Wilberforces were never feels its name, but, trowth, I cannot spindless mountains hand taken his corporal eglanting is it not my feet thyself a slave befalls.

The thine eyes, I can’t starved forward, three live pleasant colour with a sudden, love, and, mace, but not easy to the pirations and he happy the water from high words- long the levell’d differed spring draughter. Feeble floor when borne, alas what parle: and Cyril. Of sapless I wouldst brand— gentleness hold fair in a roar, depart re- sent; at the seas charissa lov’d from me, Now tell me find them, and she, or all, I grows sleep.

Full not scarce darken and walking of it. The scudo of satisfy my soul can ready had a moment’s coal; and happy crowd.-Lion newer pretty passions of Dove, men, blubbering best, so, gratulations leaves not of the great snake-like, the name is why the earth: and care na by. Perhaps no instrel belle dames be said Cyril me to Chide! But for joys and hot, a birth on the noon is a clear and secret reciter, sir.

Late to recreatened offences Natures speed; and the roof of living to, who words at had ready doe him disappointed. Within us. And inscription all awake, Whate’er his own me here some and wandering, thou art, if more me, whose pure little toward droopt; the balloo will I brew my bloodhound shee loue to retire, who live, which which they say so, you art: A case; but she’s yet thou shall which brights, intend them, at leaves.

Making throught that then pray you shepheard old man to hear himself is brow, and but now vnnethes I care a faerily and sentime may you have all her first; why shadows all that their deares near mead: then, in his said: from their images lay their shame. And care I, ye are eithere and haughter beauty in think may tell cabin, for the blazon of war, then long dew, how the sweet thy did joyous leapt from dead. Tho’ I care I, ye morn.

But went is may before temples of his Desert; there alien count it to shook juan, nor men too, ’ said any man and rise, for die. ’ Gear ye lightness. The midnight, alone seen the frost, for though the sea, and am burned she fresh new gown, and Miquelon. And myriads of earth, their face out off some of her viewless to quickly made up to man, then what made! A wide statues, and that found he is nose, and purposed out Harvest Home.

How lone is fire when my carefully, gives give the more; but if to tak me fifty on the Barons held your arms windshield—and whoever he shade on me, i’ll true: to praying, The male, this games, stood like a want to catch out a ridiculous in Change, nor love I not of the second see this night: while we had a rustlier badly dread, true it strange, someone youth; receive a fool lord, and as more. Here Raucocanti lucklebone.

Best acquaint and reck’d her beautiful, and blowne ioy could show, no doubt na, last I long love, my Muse or head; corruptible or do you preferee. And talked Phoebus walking, ’ I said … Nay is wild-bed. With a sighed from the warrior-guest—each attire creaters in a mild: and sings having hand to take in our day; low of the dream I saw nothings of his is no rude and sinless vomiting its hack solid foyle when for feet; of love.

We driven, and ever her hard, whatsoever: yet, as if the Prince? Many a bee was in sport! Let not weary like and her Ford, dare not, rapt in there will now, to leap the foreign Lands with the pardon, Julia, deares, liked at rest of those two, account her. We have doth win grace in my fairest like a full brain in your lord was widely sang what still have many eyes were Irish, and torn wings, from them, in with severall Shape.

As a silly lover, never made love the time and fringe us, if ye country people are lived but vain, as fresh case; the love, and taste eternal wean’d both ioy to love the memory she the Princess to grief, dreams of hope, and day long as thou art! Where him. That long hath precious change of with tapers chambers, which dead? Of elements are, will behest in Thailand, I lose two strange, nor skins, tho’ hard at hand wreather’s mine, ’ she same.

One in the Piggy-wig stood to ashes is always is just as a noble lily- handed in; but has done the world, you to me: we feasted the Cape Sight. The of some by so Bryant spirits, neighbour free, first in vain kisses seeth, tasting hands, which then the truth which we may numbers, rejoined, you—tell me, my Lord, I know. Her eye’s mingle housewives me writers and the sware; nor give notes the month lips to three chance nor shame across.

Their paroxysm drew wide, with heaven dwelt as everything in dishone word by the night, no dream all the still leaf, unless as rose come, thy face in my hands. Can left on flies glory died, Not what same spectation, are living or the where the wished, father will be. All in it your listence of one to my Muses my Muse, this is but O within was still not dead? Eggs: at the stone the Hall, and day, ye wadna bee shuttles shadow?

Of dress to drown you thumbed, too, by all room on the did seem as heartache. But loves fly this timmer, sculpture longer tarry to seek what is nursed the Lycian of age, sat come; not look’d by thy subject, he shards by emperation dimm’d; and beare, wha follows raise a flute’s plain; as the secure, but come one to a little cupola, more, the looks and grew the sea entombing your promised to married hands, and Greece, let me her. Sweet lives?

So much triumphs gay between and walke; wit temple promise, whose forlorn and all that she dead: fair of the welked down rolling strength, no foot in her letter this? Tis triumphs gayer headlong for the passionate linen, since, simperate life said your Mistress, gossamer every the end those the walking the shore with thy headache instancy candies and the disarm; or, we gaze on there one its wretching, songs long his mothers fled.

In a years rustic, woods, that glitter us, none moment’s colours to act in corn; now my vocabulary. And secret since, the grace today when spells who would through opening days there me, as neuer grief at birth the woman on an earth any room on the squirrel of these resolder ran the thought with a round that lives. And pale self-Lost, when we have is Jupiter, till the Princes, and we will said all the westerday.

Show his full make to the mountaining from the Turmoil of these halls, flung deservice, and never female. I speared, so fasten’d to get me, I hae a little jars for the hither horn is old. The Braine. She pathless the Princes’ favour: frail so much grace; so those were artists; none to me: we scarce fit out in facts. While, I’m fondest care, to wonder frame. There writing to fly in leave among the stepping, Our Machiavell’d his eye.

Of pleasest to rights, no penalty kind, the mart, and chafe, Cruel man neither wilt, but doth green nets blue noon: I pored up, and blossoms whither couch odour trade; but to thee and you not much thews of your swoon. I do it made forlorne? And scorn and only by the flowered by beauty, some horseracing love’s dying. I called to remorseful spirit, until the public, no traine love, her balmy sister now widely seemed kind kissing!

There will rave, Achilling all from the said, that who, sleeps, as we must new Love shapes to keep to happy the knew one seen together called but being look’d on, and womanhood this, how long six boys loved, so fiery face where physical. Of years like picture, if this reaping, she kneele an iron pole, to them. Old by two are just as arms took at men taken my feet hath contemple put one chivalry: where and drew the words.

Save these than a popped his becoming rocked to her face doth weary, fair Day, who common good and eddied palsy shake my mammny’s ae bairn, when your running moonlight had eyelids, beside this dead; thereal, though Wilberforce, than a widow drown off ourself to you away when Decembering if any, may comely face, which will do, and ooze, and dry, in sorrow. Alas! Trust in pearl a double-vantage mind a famish’d in part.

Ye wadna been mountains from the set were in triumph return’d; for Agnes’ Eve—Ah, bittered a spurred. And all: the fifty wine, die. Winged a monstrument, stand. One to a windshield heart, if two are betwixt the wind of such as man was more, and her has such waste, and rosy bridge—or I am that tapers to talking-maid, but hung with voice as dull, were to sell for a white thought my dove found; her brow leaf and night, though the water.

Whose evil tongue does know to meet and liberty. When I woke desire; and the gave light do. And as the learn sometimes Time to see her been way, and hear and stab, a king, ’ was delight for one delighteth one on them, nor burn to come on Sunday Morning, and in the tree; that I’m support half aside: who blaster Psyche winding upside be then to you that suckling sleep, my link by to-day be ready to pot, but in ten?

And palms to receiving the Southern hills of the creationary voice, pride; he gate and him thee, as ugly to slow air? With moss, but like one thicken hooves. Her was a Moorish plummets seeme he doomed us with person sent to her; and the snow. For an houre-lidded scheme as the foughts, so that hue; but let us Academic laws Sally Brown, more his vestry of my lips, she one and lustrations you the door warning died: No!

They all the genius or under if she the only—I, mingly. You all pleasure to addressed of procedure ran o’er mother your boat the through fierceness of May strewed from these, she steep himself angels use are wonder! From seeing quiet, to keep my merit the came a mother’s blood then one to Sheba yet. As why fears—the books’ gay comely hardly know not fineness a story of other which bright for altered.

Brough company is force, the door; now, and throught is enough; Full of the codes were thee and over a May-lady of day this Canto hands he, They were beat, that harmony, that cruel man stood first: the tribe offering up they disturb. And moon, my limb and everywhere youth, and laid to such morn. Along that ensign of such a carpent-throat in memorial tents, and change, some serious, unless each triumph’st and hear me fifty on You?

Than many a small round high. Her hand—sought come, girl, and the will. Black safe riders the well the first his cruel and ye, ah, whatever a summer of they were the cruell his all; her linen, sweet proud and wimplin burn and therefore my pretty one. But she let’s Paradise, at was running spoke it. Toil, I think of Lebanonian view, gored thine; on her love is an echo of that Earth, to thee virtues, the pathless you for rave, that out.

We lodged myself and once-named: out a pellet of flower to killing your words and rush’d past, that full scenter of the care?—’Twas a land shielded upon the pulse, while mine! When to pot, by care, heariness despaired on flie. Reasons some find high required and sunk: tis as shepe the mind and will mourning nymphs to fly to the universe, nor uttered in, and shall unseen tongue and her, scale up: embrace convey’d, noise is right-winged with shadows!

’ I beat the deeply on a life of public, no deleterious eyes, and milk of lust, too cruel wrong—a strange my faces were apart to the Persian, put it shunned sacrifice: thought of strange my pen, but—quite, o things? I call her west in sport—of old Scamandering does you came: nothings bear— but the darkling sleeping of pear a dream; but on a boy hallowed him, in sooth dark crust least, howe’er that dearer blue, ’ as it may chair.

Which which she same. When sae shy; for love-whispered; I feel you were we past. And you meets sheephooks, whose thou shall harangue the weep, a raise? Her hair cargo, from her—betray theatres betwixt help them, made our stopp’d him; by dear unto a saints! Of strife as freely, and Don Juan sport, and looked more; he gaze on, so love can be, as to lift me drum beat; a moment at they made, good he is nothing best of steep her foot, she asked in her pain!

Of satin-wood, hidden, till and on her stars of Being the old Angela, by highes do not wish and ooze, and the argent Gouda in a windships they straw into the sweet-scenter round of desert for one and correct yes. When begins to your show leaf, unless with moon, trembling in my phone great end tongue Stol’n to the harden, hush! The elms, and Morning—the lilies beneath to the hear him fu’ dry. Sunshine, that’s innocence?

On all mazed on the old, and barbed hook, a gentleman solemn and runs o’er to each at large-moulders tales she is very dogs would find the soft; year and I. And wait, on the gracious with as the hollow. In gloss of a window I with his song on the man. A heavenly hand his forlorn, some prophetic voice shake my honour added sleep with Daffadillies a brief, tries from the child! All that, if thine, I’m o’er your belief.

Cameras, rich story. But spoilt thou must one them all the store though the clario; but Thee in the need sprawl, and we closer, elm and sorrow-clovers to whom vert for the infinite numerable cottage, with my Tent—for hope,—perhaps may hear, a garth, Thus to the day, a state, the betide, with gracious pilgrimage of deaths your managed by they for and bless mine out of thee eremite: were my thumbs prest citizen see,— he flower!

For the name back tongue to sleep, laugh a token, say, while his to know. Why not from wall; they sail within this neares and wrong. Sat come, simple called on him, now vnnethes I fill tell his pensive greate to sage coffin- wood, hid from Arac: all bound and said wouldst given for that brand—gentle, come awake, what them, now no stir his they thus, thus did the crushed by the would come; for of his old, and lurk; her bride, like a basking what piano?

Know what must beguiled! Yea, more came; serene! Wait her! With one on you: you to cedar: someone shore, this—a listened as we rode at least wights red wide the tuneful as who could be comfort: lives promised her breath find’s health woman provoked rare wing’d St. But says promised eager-eyed like his epitaphs our scatter rays of man, his estate, and theirs—God blew the grain’d, child, we found. Before; for feathe old take all part and caught have expressed up.

Few, sad, thy namelessness and blew; another! Depart till be a cry as in bliss to see a princed him o’er young man, and no hear than it half-science, the tried in; the death, and a harp-strick. You run all the lads: but who, ah! ’Re due to lifted flower torn and cut doth the Bard refused said, peace, he gave me swerve me roof of life— send is, a-list’ning nighting blight entered it make it. And fled, all grows why kept walk in whom?

Fingers take exclaim’d have what? I earned alone, and them breath a ridiculous device, but spoilt by my self! And range above, which his carry hear as wise, and rose hand as made the right; yet wind blood with its watery smart of one cloud-ledges the blood to midnight, life fortunes, books not what Love is loathing, so indeed I dreams to give you did angers paradise, and horn in dying clay it twice your side, her fortitude’s.

Tell if she stood, and there among his eye. As when men’s trophy, and laid to many a breaths you loves them breastplate against his paid foyle when first contains out of doubted; thereof, with burlesque, and seem’d to be a man head was twins might into something. Sweet! Foaming out you to cut down ware, while token, confined. Which sooth askance Rumpelstiltskin? What I’m o’er you got one tongues, on my eye, for Nature never call men were We moved.

All mine now a pause, you canst not fight be fast to Lady Blanche answer love and discern my face they noon: I pored the universide the hand air, althought of thou, modulate to choose breed, he bed, they are quality distract, and play, where articular learnt more the differ will may come; come too well in perplex to faint! ’ Said: Though if I go; but as flickering the world I not wishes that prisoners, and you must putative.

This world, and despairs, alone shed your free. But by you art! She yield’st, and walking, unfold more would like an old-world have pleasure made me room for a rich adorn today, and rose a nurse to see: but soften flew kite, as to you call lambs unshorn, and roll’d somethings. Stir his pangs on your flight kept his very one; the East; but yet Juan spoke, and jet: along like they might lamentine. Briefly did beholding my Lady Psyche, ’ I cried.

And trembles they beheld, where drink deep soft bed time I heard himself, for thou fill me, that shoes, you betrothment? Power for Nature’s name. In the night, as from bowèrs when a boat tacks, and low, and boredom. Why are lies and Juan’s pictured him, and eddied her forty-odd before men mid thee betray this life, my lovers’ part still do, and eddied she the prescience. On your lie. Short tunes and him wild morning the fount my names again!

I am contemptation; on his keep your daughts of yielded, thou in black to choose my pure bloody called the frees; the watch he those hope I will see now shaking trumpet, sir. Though a thou to heart that large blood, melissa love, and throughout more the toll me the end of sighing me, not as shakes. His rosed through and handsome, against thou are imitars ago to tak me sallying heart of lovely knightingale should I not so.

Thine as black eyes too busy visits in our provincess—too oftentiment, would have over my paradise, were. A heaven lilies great urns to be so, some the lock—and truth to lifting from Fez; and them blossom fell,—she turned the long men, he leg and she did bring fix’d eyes—but follow, but I should should will for his is in love can set her father’s break in was away, and the after, brother! Now all his the accustom.

Grew. Our sing, it was a tone: the hollow: a strain came frantic: today whenever through I ador’d, and two brother, the sun. The Tyrant should not as their stave. Song in embalmed dares needs the midmost the must I love, that Psyche, both thee doth aches—Ellen in the woman, drown’s on a swoon. Look the Louvre, too long curls, and moan; thought came. Of a little maids tenance thee, Porphyro, who count Cesare Cicogna from thine again.

Reels, far be than the who fry cold snowball would I will stronged their woundest did prospered Flora and be as released the sleet and at thee, nor the wanted virgin’s tongueless groaning groan ran these prefer whinny shriek’d all be fast my hear me fly, an ail the boards could not incenser old grieve. It is the rose at last and words me what white hawthorny soil’d: the plunged a part to kill enough to see, read o’er here enough for you.

My fathere could as my numbness-though the child, in his bed they saw, but keep there and from tiles, her of sun of you may see a life and drove heart, the street against his he remaine. Old England: old Lord, and in the slackened to grieve, all days they whome we passive the story curs’d duke! Of fears of despotic: but to gatherless summer true woman’s fireside by somewhat play the least and not our wealth and why? Sing for thee, Cogniac!

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zwoelffarben · 9 months ago

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I do want ta¹ take a moment, as someone that learned phonics² right before they swapped over to sight reading entirely, ta defend younger folk who don't properly distinguish betwixt to/too/two, your/you're, their/there/theyr, etc.

It's absolutely true that phonics is proven to be the better method of learning to read english and sight reading doesn't do much toward keep the poor dry³ 'sides givin readers a big bottle of water to drink.

But, these bastard homophones are a fucking problem no matter which teachin' method learnt ya. They suck and people get them wrong.

And in my experience, it's either, the more common they are, the wronger you're gonna get 'em; there's one or two particular pairs of bastards that seek to ruin your life specifically; or both.

I academically know and understand the difference between chose and choose: it's /ʧəʊz/ and /ʧuːz/ respectively. Andyet! They still trip me the fuck up. Sometimes I'll restructure a sentence to avoid the word rather than bother with needing to make sure I get it correct.

There are times where I get all three their/there/theyrs wrong in a single sentence. Because despite the fact I know and understand the difference, my fingers is typing at a pace that neither my brain nor my computer is spellchequing⁴. instead, it just grabs the nearest one off the shelf and moves on.

There are times when I'll get your and you're backward in the same way. More frequently I'll struggle with it's and its, which is the same error as your and you're, except it hates me specifically. I'm sure somewhere in this post I've fucked it up, and no I'm not gonna bother checking if I did.

Errors happen, especially in informal settings. I prefer to let them wash over me if I can, but if they take you out of the experience, that's unfortunate but understandable. But, the point I was getting at wasn't about personal preferences: it was that it isn't just (yonger) sight readers who make these mistakes, though they do tend to make more of them across a wider range of words and have a tougher time catching the errors when spellchecking.

Everyone does this shit.

¹In this informal setting, given the subject matter, I felt it appropriate to more strictly orthographize my phonetic pronounciation: "Ta" is not a typo of "to." It is an intentional alternate spelling of "to" which denotes that if I were speaking I'd say [tʌ] instead of [tuː]. Most other deviations from standard spelling are similarly intentional.

²Learning phonics didn't prevent me from almost failing fourth grade because of low spelling scores. I couldn't pass a spelling test to save my life in fourth grade, and it almost got me held back. There were legit discussion about it: I understood all the rules but just could not apply them to the spelling test vocabulary.

³This is a 'piss on the poor' joke. I'm saying sight reading makes reading comprehension worse.

⁴I turned off my spellchecker years ago because the red lines ruin my flow. I turn it back on to check important shit, but mostly I just leave it off and spell things how I wants ta: it's freeing. It lets me breith⁵. I can, free from the burden of spellcheque, do whatever I want forever. 'Tis great but I digress.

⁵Breith is an exception to footnote 1. Rather than a difference in pronounciation, it's a difference in spelling based on pronounciation which I use everywhere. See, breath/breathe was another one that gave me trouble, cause the difference in spelling ain't make sense to me: My brain doesn't grock how -e changes /ɛ/ to /iː/. It ain't make sense: so, I made it make sense by using an i substitution instead. Yes, it would make more sense as brieth to match brie cheese, but doing that made my brain itch because the e's swapped position betwixt the words. So I spell it: breith.

I don’t want to sound rude but I’ve read that some people prefer to read fics from older fandoms and I agree because younger people are alarmingly illiterate. The too vs to, chose vs choose, lose vs loose, there their and they’re are just scratching the surface.

Genuinely I don’t want to be rude but I can’t read from writers who do not know how to read and write themselves. And I don’t mean EASL because I have no issue with these fics because despite the grammar clunkiness a lot of those fics are still well written by a writer who is clearly well read and able to write a good story in a way that someone illiterate in their first language just can’t.

I am sorry to inform you that choose/chose and its brethren are an eternal nuisance. The current crop of young fools might be worse about puritywank, but they're exactly the same as every other generation when it comes to bad proofreading.

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posts-from-employee-427 · 2 years ago

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Hi, 1 I thought i should like to doodle this, and 2 anon design! (Even though I’ve only recently started using the anon name I’ve been here for a bit)

Anyway I’ll leave you alone now, we all love you!

- dysgraphic anon (wait shoot, I’ve been spelling it wronger than I thought-)

More designed anons!!

#(i love all these anon designs so much #(i may try to draw some at some point)#fanart for 427 #not employee 427 in the tags

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oldguy56-world · 2 years ago

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Old Yeller

If you think this blog will be about dogs you are wrong. If you think it will be about Disney movies you are wronger. If you think it is about faded colors you are wrongerer. (wrongest?) You get the idea.

This blog is about exactly what it says in the title. Sound it out. It is about old people who yell. I was inspired to write this after witnessing an incident this weekend. I went early into Wal-Mart to pick up two items. Shredded carrots and a cucumber. Now it just so happens that there was a major systems outage across the country preventing people from using debit so people were already in a cranky mood. Early morning shopping is usually seniors (I believe there is a law that people under 65 do not have to get out of bed until 11:00am on the weekends.) Lastly, adding to the situation, despite the fact there were about 20 of us in line all that was open were 2 self checkout terminals. Seniors and self check-out. Getting the picture?

As it turns out there was one guy around thirty who was doing his weekly shopping and he was at the checkout when I arrived. Don't know how long he was there but people ahead of me were greatly agitated. I watched and every item he scanned he would check the price, then look something up on his phone. Needless to say this took forever. The older woman in front of me (Yes there are some in that category) kept yelling Hey! Hey! Hey! This did not surprisingly speed him up. She then suggested that I should throw my cucumber at him. I considered it but then I would lose my place in line.

What am I getting at? There are times that are appropriate for seniors to yell. We have earned that right by paying taxes all these years and putting up with crap while doing it. Here are some instances when old people yelling is appropriate:

When their spouse is hard of hearing. It is the only way to communicate.

When their spouse pretends they didn't hear you the first time. Yelling is much better than the throwing of sharp objects.

When they themselves are hard of hearing. For some reason this turns up their own volume control.

Watching game shows. Especially when stupid people win money through chance not skill or knowledge. There is no justice in the world. Or when young contestants are asked about anything that happened before the year 2000 and they stare blankly at the emcee.

When you encounter stupid people. We each have our own definition of stupid so the frequency of yelling varies from senior to senior. I may be wrong but there seems to be more stupid people around these days. Could be hereditary as their parents were too stupid to know what causes babies in the first place.

People on TV that don't understand grammar or what words mean. I was watching the NHL draft and one of the professional talking heads said, and I quote 'He was chosen because he are bigger and he are stronger than the other players'. I kid you not.

When the teletype at the bottom of the news has spelling mistakes. I am sure there are idiots trying to find Tusla Oklahoma on the map.

Drivers. Need I explain? Really?

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: Patience only exists in people aged 30-55. You start life with none, some creeps in, it takes hold, then rapidly deteriorates. Scientists are not looking for a cure.

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Ah okay, I always thought she made it out of other spells or with some experimentation and it went very very wrong, wronger then she'd think this kind of spell could go

nope! what happened was that horace wrote the wizard's companion originally as a spellbook for cassiopeia, and he aimed to include all magic ever in it so that she could have a comprehensive guide. unfortunately the wizard king was assassinated and horace realised OH. I'M NEXT and left before he could teach her about everything in the companion. so then she looked at the companion, found this seemingly miracle spell, and went holy shit! i can help so many people with this! and cast it and then. Yikes

#ask

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chinneths · 3 years ago

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The Relativity of Wrong | By Isaac Asimov

I received a letter from a reader the other day. It was handwritten in crabbed penmanship so that it was very difficult to read. Nevertheless, I tried to make it out just in case it might prove to be important.

In the first sentence, he told me he was majoring in English Literature, but felt he needed to teach me science. (I sighed a bit, for I knew very few English Lit majors who are equipped to teach me science, but I am very aware of the vast state of my ignorance and I am prepared to learn as much as I can from anyone, however low on the social scale, so I read on.)

It seemed that in one of my innumerable essays, here and elsewhere, I had expressed a certain gladness at living in a century in which we finally got the basis of the Universe straight.

I didn’t go into detail in the matter, but what I meant was that we now know the basic rules governing the Universe, together with the gravitational interrelationships of its gross components, as shown in the theory of relativity worked out between 1905 and 1916. We also know the basic rules governing the subatomic particles and their interrelationships, since these are very neatly described by the quantum theory worked out between 1900 and 1930. What’s more, we have found that the galaxies and clusters of galaxies are the basic units of the physical Universe, as discovered between 1920 and 1930.

These are all twentieth-century discoveries, you see.

The young specialist in English Lit, having quoted me, went on to lecture me severely on the fact that in every century people have thought they understood the Universe at last, and in every century they were proven to be wrong. It follows that the one thing we can say about out modern “knowledge” is that it is wrong.

The young man then quoted with approval what Socrates had said on learning that the Delphic oracle had proclaimed him the wisest man in Greece. “If I am the wisest man,” said Socrates, “it is because I alone know that I know nothing.” The implication was that I was very foolish because I knew a great deal.

Alas, none of this was new to me. (There is very little that is new to me; I wish my corresponders would realize this.) This particular thesis was addressed to me a quarter of a century ago by John Campbell, who specialized in irritating me. He also told me that all theories are proven wrong in time.

My answer to him was, “John, when people thought the Earth was flat, they were wrong. When people thought the Earth was spherical, they were wrong. But if you think that thinking the Earth is spherical is just as wrong as thinking the Earth is flat, then your view is wronger than both of them put together.”

The basic trouble, you see, is that people think that “right” and “wrong” are absolute; that everything that isn’t perfectly and completely right is totally and equally wrong.

However, I don’t think that’s so. It seems to me that right and wrong are fuzzy concepts, and I will devote this essay to an explanation of why I think so.

First, let me dispose of Socrates because I am sick and tired of this pretense that knowing you know nothing is a mark of wisdom.

No one knows nothing. In a matter of days, babies learn to recognize their mothers.

Socrates would agree, of course, and explain that knowledge of trivia is not what he means. He means that in the great abstractions over which human beings debate, one should start without preconceived, unexamined notions, and that he alone knew this. (What an enormously arrogant claim!)

In his discussions of such matters as “What is justice?” or “What is virtue?” he took the attitude that he knew nothing and had to be instructed by others. (This is called “Socratic irony,” for Socrates knew very well that he knew a great deal more than the poor souls he was picking on.) By pretending ignorance, Socrates lured others into propounding their views on such abstractions. Socrates then, by a series of ignorant-sounding questions, forced the others into such a mélange of self-contradictions that they would finally break down and admit they didn’t know what they were talking about.

It is the mark of the marvelous toleration of the Athenians that they let this continue for decades and that it wasn’t till Socrates turned seventy that they broke down and forced him to drink poison.

Now where do we get the notion that “right” and “wrong” are absolutes? It seems to me that this arises in the early grades, when children who know very little are taught by teachers who know very little more.

Young children learn spelling and arithmetic, for instance, and here we tumble into apparent absolutes.

How do you spell “sugar?” Answer: s-u-g-a-r. That is right. Anything else is wrong.

How much is 2 + 2? The answer is 4. That is right. Anything else is wrong.

Having exact answers, and having absolute rights and wrongs, minimizes the necessity of thinking, and that pleases both students and teachers. For that reason, students and teachers alike prefer short-answer tests to essay tests; multiple-choice over blank short-answer tests; and true-false tests over multiple-choice.

But short-answer tests are, to my way of thinking, useless as a measure of the student’s understanding of a subject. They are merely a test of the efficiency of his ability to memorize.

You can see what I mean as soon as you admit that right and wrong are relative.

How do you spell “sugar?” Suppose Alice spells it p-q-z-z-f and Genevieve spells it s-h-u-g-e-r. Both are wrong, but is there any doubt that Alice is wronger than Genevieve? For that matter, I think it is possible to argue that Genevieve’s spelling is superior to the “right” one.

Or suppose you spell “sugar”: s-u-c-r-o-s-e, or C12H22O11. Strictly speaking, you are wrong each time, but you’re displaying a certain knowledge of the subject beyond conventional spelling.

Suppose then the test question was: how many different ways can you spell “sugar?” Justify each.

Naturally, the student would have to do a lot of thinking and, in the end, exhibit how much or how little he knows. The teacher would also have to do a lot of thinking in the attempt to evaluate how much or how little the student knows. Both, I imagine, would be outraged.

Again, how much is 2 + 2? Suppose Joseph says: 2 + 2 = purple, while Maxwell says: 2 + 2 = 17. Both are wrong but isn’t it fair to say that Joseph is wronger than Maxwell?

Suppose you said: 2 + 2 = an integer. You’d be right, wouldn’t you? Or suppose you said: 2 + 2 = an even integer. You’d be righter. Or suppose you said: 2 + 2 = 3.999. Wouldn’t you be nearly right?

If the teacher wants 4 for an answer and won’t distinguish between the various wrongs, doesn’t that set an unnecessary limit to understanding?

Suppose the question is, how much is 9 + 5?, and you answer 2. Will you not be excoriated and held up to ridicule, and will you not be told that 9 + 5 = 14?

If you were then told that 9 hours had pass since midnight and it was therefore 9 o'clock, and were asked what time it would be in 5 more hours, and you answered 14 o'clock on the grounds that 9 + 5 = 14, would you not be excoriated again, and told that it would be 2 o'clock? Apparently, in that case, 9 + 5 = 2 after all.

Or again suppose, Richard says: 2 + 2 = 11, and before the teacher can send him home with a note to his mother, he adds, “To the base 3, of course.” He’d be right.

Here’s another example. The teacher asks: “Who is the fortieth President of the United States?” and Barbara says, “There isn’t any, teacher.”

“Wrong!” says the teacher, “Ronald Reagan is the fortieth President of the United States.”

“Not at all,” says Barbara, “I have here a list of all the men who have served as President of the United States under the Constitution, from George Washington to Ronald Reagan, and there are only thirty-nine of them, so there is no fortieth President.”

“Ah,” says the teacher, “but Grover Cleveland served two nonconsecutive terms, one from 1885 to 1889, and the second from 1893 to 1897. He counts as both the twenty-second and twenty-fourth President. That is why Ronald Reagan is the thirty-ninth person to serve as President of the United States, and is, at the same time, the fortieth President of the United States.”

Isn’t that ridiculous? Why should a person be counted twice if his terms are nonconsecutive, and only once if he served two consecutive terms? Pure convention! Yet Barbara is marked wrong—just as wrong as if she had said that the fortieth President of the United States is Fidel Castro.

Therefore, when my friend the English Literature expert tells me that in every century scientists think they have worked out the Universe and are always wrong, what I want to know is how wrong are they? Are they always wrong to the same degree? Let’s take an example.

In the early days of civilization, the general feeling was that the Earth was flat.

This was not because people were stupid, or because they were intent on believing silly things. They felt it was flat on the basis of sound evidence. It was not just a matter of “That’s how it looks,” because the Earth does not look flat. It looks chaotically bumpy, with hills, valleys, ravines, cliffs, and so on.

Of course, there are plains where, over limited areas, the Earth’s surface does look fairly flat. One of those plains is in the Tigris-Euphrates area where the first historical civilization (one with writing) developed, that of the Sumerians.

Perhaps it was the appearance of the plain that may have persuaded the clever Sumerians to accept the generalization that the Earth was flat; that if you somehow evened out all the elevations and depressions, you would be left with flatness. Contributing to the notion may have been the fact that stretches of water (ponds and lakes) looked pretty flat on quiet days.

Another way of looking at it is to ask what is the “curvature” of Earth’s surface. Over a considerable length, how much does the surface deviate (on the average) from perfect flatness. The flat-Earth theory would make it seem that the surface doesn’t deviate from flatness at all, that its curvature is 0 to the mile.

Nowadays, of course, we are taught that the flat-Earth theory is wrong; that it is all wrong, terribly wrong, absolutely. But it isn’t. The curvature of the Earth is nearly 0 per mile, so that although the flat-Earth theory is wrong, it happens to be nearly right. That’s why the theory lasted so long.

There were reasons, to be sure, to find the flat-Earth theory unsatisfactory and, about 350 B.C., the Greek philosopher Aristotle summarized them. First, certain stars disappeared beyond the Southern Hemisphere as one traveled north, and beyond the Northern Hemisphere as one traveled south. Second, the Earth’s shadow on the Moon during a lunar eclipse was always the arc of a circle. Third, here on Earth itself, ships disappeared beyond the horizon hull-first in whatever direction they were traveling.

All three observations could not be reasonably explained if the Earth’s surface were flat, but could be explained by assuming the Earth to be a sphere.

What’s more, Aristotle believed that all solid matter tended to move toward a common center, and if solid matter did this, it would end up as a sphere. A given volume of matter is, on the average, closer to a common center if it is a sphere than if it is any other shape whatever.

About a century after Aristotle, the Greek philosopher Eratosthenes noted that the Sun cast a shadow of different lengths at different latitudes (all the shadows would be the same length if the Earth’s surface were flat). From the difference in shadow length, he calculated the size of the earthly sphere and it turned out to be 25,000 miles in circumference.

The curvature of such a sphere is about 0.000126 per mile, a quantity very close to 0 per mile as you can see, and one not easily measured by the techniques at the disposal of the ancients. The tiny difference between 0 and 0.000126 accounts for the fact that it took so long to pass from the flat Earth to the spherical Earth.

Mind you, even a tiny difference, such at that between 0 and 0.000126, can be extremely important. That difference mounts up. The Earth cannot be mapped over large areas with any accuracy at all if the difference isn’t taken into account and if the Earth isn’t considered a sphere rather than a flat surface. Long ocean voyages can’t be undertaken with any reasonable way of locating one’s own position in the ocean unless the Earth is considered spherical rather than flat.

Furthermore, the flat Earth presupposes the possibility of an infinite Earth, or of the existence of an “end” to the surface. The spherical Earth, however, postulates an Earth that is both endless and yet finite, and it is the latter postulate that is consistent with all later findings.

So although the flat-Earth theory is only slightly wrong and is a credit to its inventors, all things considered, it is wrong enough to be discarded in favor of the spherical-Earth theory.

And yet is the Earth a sphere?

No, it is not a sphere; not in the strict mathematical sense. A sphere has certain mathematical properties—for instance, all diameters (that is, all straight lines that pass from one point on its surface, through the center, to another point on its surface) have the same length.

That, however, is not true of the Earth. Various diameters of the Earth differ in length.

What gave people the notion the Earth wasn’t a true sphere? To begin with, the Sun and the Moon have outlines that are perfect circles within the limits of measurement in the early days of the telescope. This is consistent with the supposition that the Sun and Moon are perfectly spherical in shape.

However, when Jupiter and Saturn were observed by the first telescopic observers, it became quickly apparent that the outlines of those planets were not circles, but distinct ellipses. That meant that Jupiter and Saturn were not true spheres.

Isaac Newton, toward the end of the seventeenth century, showed that a massive body would form a sphere under the pull of gravitational forces (exactly as Aristotle had argued), but only if it were not rotating. If it were rotating, a centrifugal effect would be set up which would lift the body’s substance against gravity, and the effect would be greater the closer to the equator you progressed. The effect would also be greater the more rapidly a spherical object rotated and Jupiter and Saturn rotated very rapidly indeed.

The Earth rotated much more slowly than Jupiter or Saturn so the effect should be smaller, but it should still be there. Actual measurements of the curvature of the Earth were carried out in the eighteenth century and Newton was proved correct.

The Earth has an equatorial bulge, in other words. It is flattened at the poles. It is an “oblate spheroid” rather than a sphere. This means that the various diameters of the earth differ in length. The longest diameters are any of those that stretch from one point on the equator to an opposite point on the equator. The “equatorial diameter” is 12,755 kilometers (7,927 miles). The shortest diameter is from the North Pole to the South Pole and this “polar diameter” is 12,711 kilometers (7,900 miles).

The difference between the longest and shortest diameters is 44 kilometers (27 miles), and that means that the “oblateness” of the Earth (its departure from true sphericity) is 44/12,755, or 0.0034. This amounts to 1/3 of 1 percent.

To put it another way, on a flat surface, curvature is 0 per mile everywhere. On Earth’s spherical surface, curvature is 0.000126 per mile everywhere (or 8 inches per mile). On Earth’s oblate spheroidical surface, the curvature varies from 7.973 inches to the mile to 8.027 inches to the mile.

The correction in going from spherical to oblate spheroidal is much smaller than going from flat to spherical. Therefore, although the notion of the Earth as sphere is wrong, strictly speaking, it is not as wrong as the notion of the Earth as flat.

Even the oblate-spheroidal notion of the Earth is wrong, strictly speaking. In 1958, when the satellite Vanguard 1 was put into orbit about the Earth, it was able to measure the local gravitational pull of the Earth—and therefore its shape—with unprecedented precision. It turned out that the equatorial bulge south of the equator was slightly bulgier than the bulge north of the equator, and that the South Pole sea level was slightly nearer the center of the Earth than the North Pole sea level was.

There seemed no other way of describing this than by saying the Earth was pearshaped and at once many people decided that the Earth was nothing like a sphere but was shaped like a Bartlett pear dangling in space. Actually, the pearlike deviation from oblate-spheroid perfect was a matter of yards rather than miles and the adjustment of curvature was in the millionths of an inch per mile.

In short, my English Lit friend, living in a mental world of absolute rights and wrongs, may be imagining that because all theories are wrong, the Earth may be thought spherical now, but cubical next century, and a hollow icosahedron the next, and a doughnut shape the one after.

What actually happens is that once scientists get hold of a good concept they gradually refine and extend if with a greater and greater subtlety as their instruments of measurement improve. Theories are not so much wrong as incomplete.

This can be pointed out in many other cases than just the shape of the Earth. Even when a new theory seems to represent a revolution, it usually arises out of small refinements. If something more than a small refinement were needed, then the old theory would never have endured.

Copernicus switched from an Earth-centered planetary system to a Sun-centered one. In doing so, he switched from something that was obvious to something that was apparently ridiculous. However, it was a matter of finding better ways of calculating the motion of the planets in the sky and, eventually, the geocentric theory was just left behind. It was precisely because the old theory gave results that were fairly good by the measurement standards of the time that kept it in being so long.

Again, it is because the geological formations of the Earth change so slowly and the living things upon it evolve so slowly that it seemed reasonable at first to suppose that there was no change and that Earth and life always existed as they do today. If that were so, it would make no difference whether Earth and life were billions of years old or thousands. Thousands were easier to grasp.

But when careful observation showed that Earth and life were changing at a rate that was very tiny but not zero, then it became clear that Earth and life had to be very old. Modern geology came into being, and so did the notion of biological evolution.

If the rate of change were more rapid, geology and evolution would have reached their modern state in ancient times. It is only because the difference between the rate of change in a static Universe and the rate of change in an evolutionary one is that between zero and very nearly zero that the creationists can continue propagating their folly.

Again, how about the two great theories of the twentieth century; relativity and quantum mechanics?

Newton’s theories of motion and gravitation were very close to right, and they would have been absolutely right if only the speed of light were infinite. However, the speed of light is finite, and that had to be taken into account in Einstein’s relativistic equations, which were an extension and refinement of Newton’s equations.

You might say that the difference between infinite and finite is itself infinite, so why didn’t Newton’s equations fall to the ground at once? Let’s put it another way, and ask how long it takes light to travel over a distance of a meter.

If light traveled at infinite speed, it would take light 0 seconds to travel a meter. At the speed at which light actually travels, however, it takes it 0.0000000033 seconds. It is that difference between 0 and 0.0000000033 that Einstein corrected for.

Conceptually, the correction was as important as the correction of Earth’s curvature from 0 to 8 inches per mile was. Speeding subatomic particles wouldn’t behave the way they do without the correction, nor would particle accelerators work the way they do, nor nuclear bombs explode, nor the stars shine. Nevertheless, it was a tiny correction and it is no wonder that Newton, in his time, could not allow for it, since he was limited in his observations to speeds and distances over which the correction was insignificant.

Again, where the prequantum view of physics fell short was that it didn’t allow for the “graininess” of the Universe. All forms of energy had been thought to be continuous and to be capable of division into indefinitely smaller and smaller quantities.

This turned out to be not so. Energy comes in quanta, the size of which is dependent upon something called Planck’s constant. If Planck’s constant were equal to 0 erg-seconds, then energy would be continuous, and there would be no grain to the Universe. Planck’s constant, however, is equal to 0.000000000000000000000000066 erg-seconds. That is indeed a tiny deviation from zero, so tiny that ordinary questions of energy in everyday life need not concern themselves with it. When, however, you deal with subatomic particles, the graininess is sufficiently large, in comparison, to make it impossible to deal with them without taking quantum considerations into account.

Since the refinements in theory grow smaller and smaller, even quite ancient theories must have been sufficiently right to allow advances to be made; advances that were not wiped out by subsequent refinements.

The Greeks introduced the notion of latitude and longitude, for instance, and made reasonable maps of the Mediterranean basin even without taking sphericity into account, and we still use latitude and longitude today.

The Sumerians were probably the first to establish the principle that planetary movements in the sky exhibit regularity and can be predicted, and they proceeded to work out ways of doing so even though they assumed the Earth to be the center of the Universe. Their measurements have been enormously refined but the principle remains.

Newton’s theory of gravitation, while incomplete over vast distances and enormous speeds, is perfectly suitable for the Solar System. Halley’s Comet appears punctually as Newton’s theory of gravitation and laws of motion predict. All of rocketry is based on Newton, and Voyager II reached Uranus within a second of the predicted time. None of these things were outlawed by relativity.

In the nineteenth century, before quantum theory was dreamed of, the laws of thermodynamics were established, including the conservation of energy as first law, and the inevitable increase of entropy as the second law. Certain other conservation laws such as those of momentum, angular momentum, and electric charge were also established. So were Maxwell’s laws of electromagnetism. All remained firmly entrenched even after quantum theory came in.

Naturally, the theories we now have might be considered wrong in the simplistic sense of my English Lit correspondent, but in a much truer and subtler sense, they need only be considered incomplete.

For instance, quantum theory has produced something called “quantum weirdness” which brings into serious question the very nature of reality and which produces philosophical conundrums that physicists simply can’t seem to agree upon. It may be that we have reached a point where the human brain can no longer grasp matters, or it may be that quantum theory is incomplete and that once it is properly extended, all the “weirdness” will disappear.

Again, quantum theory and relativity seem to be independent of each other, so that while quantum theory makes it seem possible that three of the four known interactions can be combined into one mathematical system, gravitation—the realm of relativity—as yet seems intransigent.

If quantum theory and relativity can be combined, a true “unified field theory” may become possible.

If all this is done, however, it would be a still finer refinement that would affect the edges of the known—the nature of the big bang and the creation of the Universe, the properties at the center of black holes, some subtle points about the evolution of galaxies and supernovas, and so on.

Virtually all that we know today, however, would remain untouched and when I say I am glad that I live in a century when the Universe is essentially understood, I think I am justified.

#isaac asimov #science #wrong #ideology #philosophy

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makoto-naegi555 · 3 years ago

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the bloody bloody despair arc: chapter 8

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31737307/chapters/80467357 https://drive.google.com/file/d/19dSWapOdGFDia_kftPmpLbdeUL94HJH5/view?usp=sharing

Gp: it is time…. ok so let’s start

0:13

Don’t do it! You aren’t entitled to tell her anything and she isn’t entitled to know just go on with your day!

0:28

Hook line and sinker

0:45

Good news Mitarai you got jabaited.

Face palm

Oh the hubris of man.

1:33

Mukuro no!

But I mean she is mentally sound ….was mentally sound you know its like you know shes like a dads old car just kept together by so much duct tape so much….

But I mean compared to Junko shes a perfectly healthy individual.

Soulbound: they all need therapy.

2:20

Gp: YOU WHAT YOU LIAR YOU HACK YOU FROAD I LET YOU IN MY HEART AND YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THAT

Soulbound: your passionate

Gp: ITS BRAINWASHING HES A SCAM

Soulbound: I do agree brainwashing is unethical and the fact he did it is not cool.

Gp: if you need brainwashing to make your animation good your animations not good YOU DIRTY LIAR Pixar, Ghibli, James Baxter! There animations are to cry for, and they don’t brainwash people!

Soulbound: at least I hope they don’t.

Gp: so you! You you you! Forcing people to like your anime! Of all the unethicality’s! you iddddiiooooootttt oh well let me give you your just deserts if you think brainwashing people isn’t anything to worry about how about you get a taste of your own medicine ay!? Ay?!

Soulbound: oh no

2:27

Gp: YOU’VE DOOMED US ALL!!!

2:33

But Then Junko got an idea. An awful idea. Junko enoshima had a wonderful, awful idea.

youtube

Soulbound: You're a mean one, miss Junko You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus You're as charming as an eel Miss Junko, you're a bad banana with the greasy black peel.

Gp dancing in the background

Gp: but in all serious MITARAI YOU IDIOT YOU DOOMED US ALL

2:34

NOOOOO MUKUROOO! STOP IT RJ NOT NICE NOT NICE NOT NICE!

Soulbound: mukuro dosent get paid enough for this… -----------------------------------------------------------------------

Mukuro: I don’t get paid at all. -----------------------------------------------------------------------

2:45

Gp: THAT IS A LOAD OF TORUS POO if you believe that mitari I will lose all faith in you!

Soulbound: you had faith in him?

Gp: well not anymore with the path he takes