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6 countries -- Mattias Inghe, 03:36:19 12/28/02 Sat

Sierra Leone = See rare lion
Rwanda = ...and war
Finland = Finn lad :)
Ethiopia = Hi opiate!
Mongolia = In a gloom
Saudi Arabia = Arab: I aid USA
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[> Re: I pick 2 countries -- A. Sadali, 03:53:16 12/28/02 Sat

*NAME NOMs* FOR BOTH:

Rwanda = ...and war
Saudi Arabia = Arab: I aid USA

ahmad
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[> [> Thanks! (+ more) -- Mattias Inghe, 09:52:40 12/28/02 Sat

North Korea = or the Koran
The European Union = One euphorian tune

And 2 antigrams:
New Zealand = Weazen land
Australia = USA latria
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symphony orchestra -- A. Sadali, 03:50:40 12/28/02 Sat

Mey K did this 3 years ago:

Symphony Orchestra =

Process thy harmony!
Poses a corny rhythm.


My version:
Symphony Orchestra = O yes, no scrap rhythm!
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[> The London Philharmonics Orchestra = Smooth horn and clarinet helps choir -- Mattias Inghe, 09:15:24 12/28/02 Sat
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O, hurl nuke on important ~ North Korean plutonium! -- Mattias Inghe, 03:02:00 12/28/02 Sat
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The Simon Wiesenthal Center -- Larry Brash, 00:20:52 12/28/02 Sat

The Simon Wiesenthal Center =

I'm the one central witness, eh?
I want Hitler's men, not cheese.
i.e. we sent henchmen to trials.
Eliminates the wretches, non?
Hitler/Hess atonement? Wince...
Two hitech ensnarements, Eli.
I want eeriest lost henchmen.
Watch nineteen others smile.

[and somewhay bizarrely}

Nineteen short white camels.

Larry
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year end sales = yes, earn deals! -- A. Sadali, 07:06:22 12/27/02 Fri
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[> Re: year end sales = yes, earn deals! *NOM* -- Mey K., 21:16:59 12/27/02 Fri


Nice and apt! Gen Nom; I think I got it right this time. ;)

Later!,
Mey K.
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[> [> Re: year end sales = yes, earn deals! *NOM* -- A. Sadali, 22:57:35 12/27/02 Fri

Thanks Mey K.!

I think, I definitely got it right this time too!
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Ho Ho Ho! Holiday discounts next door! -- Mey K., 00:56:46 12/26/02 Thu

Awwww:

The shopping-mall Santa Claus = Little chaps' hugs on a man's lap.

Or, a shorter if potentially more disturbing one:

A shopping-mall Santa = Man pats gal on his lap.

Merry Christmas, everyone! :)

Later,
Mey K.
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[> Re: Ho Ho Ho! Holiday discounts next door! NOM -- Joe F., 04:41:48 12/26/02 Thu

>A shopping-mall Santa = Man pats gal on his lap.

LOL! Topical (or Rude?) NOM for this one! I don't know if you know but over here kids are not allowed to sit on Santa's knee any more for exactly that reason (A bit OTT IMO)

Merry Christmas All
JF
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[> [> Thanks, Joe! -- Mey K., 21:18:25 12/27/02 Fri
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piano inventor -- A. Sadali, 01:11:06 12/24/02 Tue

cristofori bartolomeo - the great piano inventor
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I hit ten rare notes in a room, get cool profit, bravo!
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[> Ah, nice 'gram AND free info! :) Name *NOM*, Ahmad, and a (much belated) welcome! -- Mey K., 00:50:01 12/26/02 Thu
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[> [> Re: Thanks, but I don't think so ... -- A. Sadali, 03:48:31 12/26/02 Thu

Thanks for the NOM Mey, but IMO, I think it doesn't deserves a NOM cause I strongly feel that it is grammatically incorrect. I tried correcting it but it proves futile. So I think it remains just another "unworkable" 'gram.

Thanks anyway.
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[> [> [> OK. Seemed alright to me, but I guess it's your call! -- Mey K., 21:09:26 12/27/02 Fri
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Lose weight; look great! = O, so we get real light, OK? -- Jaybur, 18:39:51 12/27/02 Fri
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HO! HO! HO! -- Jaybur, 07:12:15 12/25/02 Wed

[The following text was printed in the 'Answers to Correspondents' section of the Daily Mail newspaper, December 2002. The anagram is a paraphrase of the tongue-in-cheek answer, which also appeared in the paper.]


Why do some people top their Christmas tree with a fairy?


The figure often seen on top of Christmas trees is not a fairy but an angel. This confusion is one of a number that surround Christmas tree decorations, including the use of fairy lights which have nothing to do with fairies, but are, in fact, supposed to represent the stars which shone over Bethlehem when Jesus was born.

The symbolism of the angel is essentially the same as that other favoured tree-top decoration - a star. Both were the means by which the good news of the Saviour's birth was relayed to the world - the angel to the shepherds and the star to the Magi, the wise men.

Both the angel and the star were used by God to be the heralds of salvation. The placing of an angel or a star on top of the Christmas tree is a reminder of their message that "The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world'

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HO! HO! HO!

One Christmas, long ago, four of Santa's elves were ill, and the trainees weren't producing the toys fast enough. Santa was tense, tired and harassed: the poor chap was going bananas. Then Mrs Claus told him her mother was threatening to see them both shortly: more stress!

That night, when he went out to fetch the reindeer, he saw some were rheumatic, while other nimbler, rebel ones had airily hoofed it over the wire fence.

Later, Santa went home, craving hot, frothy coffee, or perhaps a cheering hot dash of best spirits. But the mischievous, conniving elves hadn't left any.

Just then, the doorbell rang: a little fairy was on the step... with a big Christmas tree.

This fairy was supposed to distribute trees across the land but she had missed someone out.

"Hi! Hey, fat boy, I'm late. I goofed. Where we going to put this?"

Thus began the tradition of the fairy on top of the Christmas tree.
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[> OH! OH! OH! LONG NOM, again! Good one, Jaybur -- Larry Brash, 21:44:29 12/25/02 Wed
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[> [> OH! OH! OH! I'd like to SECOND this delightful Christmas tale. -- Richard Brodie, 05:49:20 12/27/02 Fri
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[> [> [> Re: OH! OH! OH! I'd like to SECOND this delightful Christmas tale.Thank you, Richard - your words are much appreciated. -- Jaybur, 18:22:43 12/27/02 Fri
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[> [> Re: OH! OH! OH! LONG NOM, again! Good one, Jaybur: Thanks, Larry! -- Jaybur, 18:38:07 12/27/02 Fri
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Poet Thomas Gray = Gasp at rhyme too! or 'The poet Thomas Gray = That page rhymes, too!' -- Jaybur, 18:29:26 12/27/02 Fri
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Moneybags = So many beg. -- Jaybur, 18:24:43 12/27/02 Fri
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Dunciad Variorum -- Richard Brodie, 05:29:11 12/19/02 Thu

Alexander Pope's greatest work (pronounced "doonky odd vah ree oh room") is a scathing attack on the scholiast pedantry of his day. It consists of four books totalling over 2000 lines with numerous references to obscure period characters. I have extracted my favorite 200 lines from Book 4, leaving in only one such reference, namely a noble in House of Lords by the name of Chesterfield, who opposed the Act of 1737 requiring all plays to be licensed. This is best read in parallel, as I have attempted to restate the meaning couplet by couplet.

Dunciad Variorum

Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light
Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!
Of darkness visible so much be lent,
As half to show, half veil, the deep intent.
Ye pow'rs! whose mysteries restor'd I sing,
To whom time bears me on his rapid wing,
Suspend a while your force inertly strong,
Then take at once the poet and the song.
Now flam'd the Dog Star's unpropitious ray,
Smote ev'ry brain, and wither'd every bay;
Sick was the sun, the owl forsook his bow'r.
The moon-struck prophet felt the madding hour:
Then rose the seed of Chaos, and of Night,
To blot out order, and extinguish light,
Of dull and venal a new world to mould,
And bring Saturnian days of lead and gold.
Beneath her footstool, Science groans in chains,
And Wit dreads exile, penalties, and pains.
There foam'd rebellious Logic, gagg'd and bound,
There, stripp'd, fair Rhet'ric languish'd on the ground;
His blunted arms by Sophistry are borne,
And shameless Billingsgate her robes adorn.
Morality, by her false guardians drawn,
Chicane in furs, and Casuistry in lawn,
Gasps, as they straighten at each end the cord,
And dies, when Dulness gives her page the word.
Mad Mathesis alone was unconfin'd,
Too mad for mere material chains to bind,
Now to pure space lifts her ecstatic stare,
Now running round the circle finds it square.
But held in tenfold bonds the Muses lie,
Watch'd both by Envy's and by Flatt'ry's eye:
There to her heart sad Tragedy addres'd
The dagger wont to pierce the tyrant's breast;
But sober History restrain'd her rage,
And promised vengeance on a barb'rous age.
There sunk Thalia, nerveless, cold, and dead,
Had not her sister Satire held her head:
Nor couldst thou, Chesterfield! a tear refuse,
Thou weptst, and with thee wept each gentle Muse.
The young, the old, who feel her inward sway,
One instinct seizes, and transports away.
None need a guide, by sure attraction led,
And strong impulsive gravity of head:
None want a place, for all their centre found
Hung to the Goddess, and coher'd around.
Not closer, orb in orb, conglob'd are seen
The buzzing bees about their dusky Queen.
The gath'ring number, as it moves along,
Involves a vast involuntary throng,
Who gently drawn, and struggling less and less,
Roll in her Vortex, and her pow'r confess.
Not those alone who passive own her laws,
But who, weak rebels, more advance her cause.
Whate'er of dunce in college or in town
Sneers at another, in toupee or gown;
Whate'er of mongrel no one class admits,
A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
There march'd the bard and blockhead, side by side,
Who rhym'd for hire, and patroniz'd for pride.
When Dulness, smiling--"Thus revive the Wits!
But murder first, and mince them all to bits;
Let standard authors, thus, like trophies born,
Appear more glorious as more hack'd and torn,
And you, my Critics! in the chequer'd shade,
Admire new light through holes yourselves have made.
Leave not a foot of verse, a foot of stone,
A page, a grave, that they can call their own;
But spread, my sons, your glory thin or thick,
On passive paper, or on solid brick.
So by each bard an Alderman shall sit,
A heavy lord shall hang at ev'ry wit,
And while on Fame's triumphal Car they ride,
Some Slave of mine be pinion'd to their side."
Now crowds on crowds around the Goddess press,
Each eager to present their first address.
Dunce scorning dunce beholds the next advance,
But fop shows fop superior complaisance,
Then thus. "Since man from beast by words is known,
Words are man's province, words we teach alone.
When reason doubtful, like the Samian letter,
Points him two ways, the narrower is the better.
Plac'd at the door of learning, youth to guide,
We never suffer it to stand too wide.
To ask, to guess, to know, as they commence,
As fancy opens the quick springs of sense,
We ply the memory, we load the brain,
Bind rebel Wit, and double chain on chain,
Confine the thought, to exercise the breath;
And keep them in the pale of words till death.
Whate'er the talents, or howe'er design'd,
We hang one jingling padlock on the mind:
A Poet the first day, he dips the quill;
And what the last? A very Poet still.
Pity! the charm works only in our wall,
Lost, lost too soon in yonder house or hall.
"Oh," cried the Goddess, "for some pedant Reign!
Some gentle James, to bless the land again;
To stick the Doctor's chair into the throne,
Give law to words, or war with words alone,
Senates and courts with Greek and Latin rule,
And turn the council to a grammar school!
For sure, if Dulness sees a grateful day,
'Tis in the shade of arbitrary sway.
Prompt at the call, around the Goddess roll
Broad hats, and hoods, and caps, a sable shoal:
Thick and more thick the black blockade extends,
A hundred head of Aristotle's friends.
Thy mighty scholiast, whose unwearied pains
Made Horace dull, and humbl'd Milton's strains.
Turn what they will to verse, their toil is vain,
Critics like me shall make it prose again.
In ancient sense if any needs will deal,
Be sure I give them fragments, not a meal;
The critic eye, that microscope of wit,
Sees hairs and pores, examines bit by bit:
For thee we dim the eyes, and stuff the head
With all such reading as was never read:
So spins the silkworm small its slender store,
And labours till it clouds itself all o'er.
Never by tumbler through the hoops was shown
Such skill in passing all, and touching none.
He may indeed (if sober all this time)
Plague with dispute, or persecute with rhyme.
Full in the midst of Euclid dip at once,
And petrify a Genius to a Dunce:
With the same cement ever sure to bind,
We bring to one dead level ev'ry mind.
O! would the sons of men once think their eyes
And reason given them but to study flies !
See Nature in some partial narrow shape,
And let the Author of the Whole escape:
Learn but to trifle; or, who most observe,
To wonder at their Maker, not to serve.
"Be that my task" (replies a gloomy clerk,
Sworn foe to Myst'ry, yet divinely dark;
Whose pious hope aspires to see the day
When Moral Evidence shall quite decay,
And damns implicit faith, and holy lies,
Prompt to impose, and fond to dogmatize:)
"Let others creep by timid steps, and slow,
On plain experience lay foundations low,
By common sense to common knowledge bred,
And last, to Nature's Cause through Nature led.
All-seeing in thy mists, we want no guide,
Mother of Arrogance, and Source of Pride!
We nobly take the high Priori Road,
And reason downward, till we doubt of God:
Make Nature still encroach upon his plan;
And shove him off as far as e'er we can:
Thrust some Mechanic Cause into his place;
Or bind in matter, or diffuse in space.
Or, at one bound o'erleaping all his laws,
Make God man's image, man the final Cause,
Of naught so certain as our reason still,
Of naught so doubtful as of soul and will.
Next bidding all draw near on bended knees,
The Queen confers her Titles and Degrees.
Then, blessing all, "Go, Children of my care!
To practice now from theory repair.
All my commands are easy, short, and full:
My sons! be proud, be selfish, and be dull.
Guard my prerogative, assert my throne:
This nod confirms each privilege your own.
Tyrant supreme! shall three Estates command,
And make one mighty dunciad of the land!
O Muse! relate (for you can tell alone,
Wits have short memories, and Dunces none),
Relate, who first, who last resign'd to rest;
Whose heads she partly, whose completely blest;
What charms could faction, what ambition lull,
The venal quiet, and entrance the dull;
Till drown'd was sense, and shame, and right, and wrong--
O sing, and hush the nations with thy song!
In vain, in vain--the all-composing hour
Resistless falls: The Muse obeys the Pow'r.
She comes! she comes! the sable throne behold
Of Night primeval, and of Chaos old!
Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay,
And all its varying rainbows die away.
Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires,
The meteor drops, and in a flash expires.
As one by one, at dread Medea's strain,
The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain;
As Argus' eyes by Hermes' wand oppress'd,
Clos'd one by one to everlasting rest;
Thus at her felt approach, and secret might,
Art after Art goes out, and all is Night.
See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled,
Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head!
Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before,
Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more.
Religion blushing veils her sacred fires,
And unawares Morality expires.
Nor public Flame, nor private, dares to shine;
Nor human Spark is left, nor Glimpse divine!
Lo! thy dread Empire, Chaos! is restor'd;
Light dies before thy uncreating word:
Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall;
And universal Darkness buries All.

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Of the Various Coneheads
by Richard Allen Brodie

Grant, grant, O Darkness never ending, O
Disorder feared, one ember's last bright glow;
Thy gloom, that paradoxically gleams,
Expose, and so thy resurrected schemes,
Poor Virtue's flame and glory to entomb,
Not thoroughly, but partially, illume.
Hold briefly off your Art-consuming fire,
Then still the Muse and they that tune her lyre.
Sirius scorched, a shrunken epoch's birth
That with'ring beam promotes down here on earth.
Sol becomes ill, away the night bird flew;
The seer's a lunatic at half past two!
Up sprouts dread Darkness, and Disorder came
Confounding everything, and dous'd Art's flame;
To rob the earth of Poesy, and so
To form that drab and morbid world we know.
Under her sway the hands of Truth are bound;
Under her rule sound Wisdom is not found.
There's Reason fearing banishment or fines;
And Eloquence reciting hackney'd lines,
Counselled by Solecism in disguise,
Furnish'd with fables forged, bedeck'd with lies.
Ethics, quite orphan'd by her wards untrue,
Boor on the bench and Sophist in the pew,
Is chok'd, as round her throat the rope is strung,
And at the nod of Witlessness is hung.
Her suasion, Mathematics only spurning,
Exploring abstract, vain, and empty learning,
Her gaze cast up where empty voids appear,
And proves the cube is a six-sided sphere.
And Bards in tenfold irons prostrate I see,
Oe'rseen by Covin, Pomp, and Jealousy:
Drama, whose wit the despot foul impugn'd,
Turns the sharp spear and so herself harpoon'd.
Clio sits, calm, indignant, at her desk,
Her pen prepares to scathe a time grotesque.
Fain would the comic Muse's laugh expire
But for Calliope's inverted lyre.
That Licensed Drama Act one Lord decried,
His sadness shared by Nine, all cloudy eyed.
Those who do find her gospel songs reviving
Shall cluster round, foul, odious, conniving:
Drawn in relation as the inverse square,
Unlike the charge that likes an unlike pair.
First from far cautious distance slowly nearing;
Fast, faster then her influence ensphering.
In hordes they're drawn, as an obsequious drone
Revolves around the hive's maternal throne.
Her gang that gathers growing while she goes,
Drags in whom chance and happenstance dispose.
Those numerous hordes her course assur'd regarding,
Her, ruler own, past loyalties discarding.
Not those who follow only, and obey,
But those who fervently unto her pray:
Suave academics, bumpkins in a joint,
Laugh at each other's crowns come to a point!
Those bastards for all company unfit,
Those wits with coneheads, and that conehead wit.
There hand in hand then, dunce and poet strode,
For fame one pays the other for an ode.
Inanity grinned let's resuscitate
The sages whom we'll kill, then slice and grate.
Like fray'd flags borne by heroes on parade,
So seasoned fare's more tasty chopped and flay'd.
Old volumes perforated by us now,
Far under standing, novel light allow.
No monument inscribed on page or marble,
Alack! no tomes, no tombs, for them that warble
The Muses melodies, be theirs alone,
O'ercoated by that splendor all our own.
A Marshall shall attend each laureate's head,
Fat partisans tuck poets into bed.
As in Acclaim's victorious carriage they
Pass by, my servants are not far away.
Throngs upon throngs of coneheads now amass,
All vie to be there first to kiss her Ass!
To osculate one's crawling 'neath her throne;
Impal'd, she cries out: "Damn it! Watch that cone!"
As through endowments lexical we style
Man noble, deeper doctrines we revile.
When in those yellow woods two ways diverge,
To take that one most travell'd by, we'll urge.
At education's gate we're standing guard,
We'll see that all from paths too broad are barred.
Those curious and keen inquiring souls
Seek on Truth's turf to take expansive strolls;
With doctrines rote their craniums we'll crowd,
And make sure thought insurgent's disallow'd,
Reason's imprisoned faculties benumb'd,
As useless facts into their ears are drumm'd.
No matter what the gift, or how inclin'd,
We shackle dreams, and then all Will we bind.
(Many a bard starts on a bright career
Only to end spent, faded out, I fear.)
Alas, our spell works solely in old towers
That scholars haunt, in other homes it sours.
"Give us a king!", Disorder's queen exulting,
"Free us from Wit's calumnious insulting.
Confer upon that crown the PhD;
Award the sceptre some advanced degree;
In ancient tongues administer the realm,
A parliament of pedants at the helm!
For only with despotic regents dumb,
Is conical the shape of things to come."
On her command a motley crowd at once
Assembles: fop and moron, fool and dunce.
Dense and more dense expand the morbid mobs,
Ten thousand idiots, ten million slobs.
Then scholars, vilifying verse sublime,
Reduce to a mere trifle Virgil's rhyme.
To harmonize, much work the bard devotes.
Our learning turns all to discordant notes.
Who of the oldest masters would partake,
We'll offer not what's real, but what is fake.
The pundit peers through magnifying glasses,
Sees all the details; o'er the whole he passes;
Discovers in Swift's Tales absurdly bent,
Twenty intentions that he never meant.
As from the spider, minute strands emerge
And wrap his victims, thus begins the dirge
By Critics sung, pinheads, by gall anointed;
By her to murder Salience appointed.
If not all stinking drunk, he will malign
With poesy, and with debate entwine.
In Archimedes we will soak the skull,
And warp the sapient psyche into dull.
All men into one common mold we'll pour,
And guarantee that none too lofty soar.
"Oh why? Oh why?" Three times I ask thee, "Why?"
Would man unto what's noble say: "Good-bye!"?
Why barely view the world with eyes half cover'd,
Nor upward look where Earth's Creator hover'd?
Why always seek to quibble or, at best,
To know, not honor, him by whom they're bless'd?
"Oh Nay! (I am the sayer of the Nays)
I, an antagonist of mystic ways,
An answer render, clear the reason be:
Because no proof - there's none at all - have ye.
It's on the sacred that I'm fond of pissing.
Ah note: as to my creed, I'll brook no dissing.
Patience that plods on slowly we disdain;
Ah, from that that's methodical refrain.
In untruth feathered there, preened, self-adoring,
Like Icarus we high intend on soaring.
We through that fog impermeable pass
Suckled of Vain and Vile, and sired of Crass.
Began that astral firmament to flare
By order of some Lord, who launch'd it there?
'Twas but a game of heavenly roulette,
That did the starry universe beget.
Or was this world created in six days
By an all knowing One? - a thousand Nays!
Nor was the man an angel partly made
Of sand, and there in Eden's garden's shade
Placed by God's human propagating hand,
Then driven out to sweat and till the land."
Adherents kneeling down she did endow,
Those whom her total power did avow.
Well trained in Artifice and in Deceits
The season's right now to essay to feats.
My regal orders hear, they simple are;
With egos vain ye shall indeed go far.
So hear thou, that it is hereby attested
That thou with my diplomas art invested.
Triumvirate, the freak, the, fop, the fool,
Proclaim: "Coneheadedness shall be the rule!"
Melpomene, thou only can inform
(As all the coneheads, are without a gorm);
Reveal the order that Disorder chose
In which the lumin'd orbs of Sense to close.
What wand could Greed and Party hypnotize?
What voodoo could Inanity disguise?
Till conscience, morals too, go down the drain,
And every land's drenched by her numbing rain.
Oh dreadful, dreadful day of reckoning,
The hands of Artemis are beckoning.
All hail! All hail! Her chariot's descending;
The Muses' lyres are hush'd, their dances ending.
Imagination's varied cloth's fast fading;
That hued, pigmented tapestry is graying.
The satirist's one brief, bright volley flies;
One loud report, too soon the echo dies.
Voice after voice of Wisdom, and of Fact,
Goes silent, muzzl'd by that baleful Act.
As Mercury Io's beau to sleep did wave,
And then his body buried in the grave,
So shakes her sable wand and kills the spark
That guides the path of Science through the dark.
In caves, intimidated Reason cowers;
On top, ten tons of Specious rubble towers;
And Speculation that was once divine
Doth now down to Venality decline;
Embarrassed, Faith conceals her holy flame;
And Ethics dies, replac'd by Guile and Blame.
Nor personal, nor civic pride, burns bright,
Nor shall the torch of men or gods ignite.
Let now Disorder's lampless reign commence!
Extinguish'd be the glow of Common Sense.
In every brain, in every land and clime,
Her lawless void pervades all Space and Time.
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[> A special NOM (and a humble bow!) -- Paul Pan, 22:07:04 12/19/02 Thu
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[> [> Seconded! Brilliantly woven, as always, and such scope! -- Mey K., 06:49:56 12/20/02 Fri
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[> [> [> Re: I second Mey's comments, Richard! Inspired and inspiring, as always. -- Jaybur, 00:18:58 12/21/02 Sat
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[> [> [> [> Thanks, everyone. -- Richard Brodie, 13:09:02 12/21/02 Sat

Thoughtful and considered appreciation from champs like all of you, means more than the accolades and wealth that might go along with producing works with mass appeal - especially in this Saturnian age :)

My source was:

http://www.library.utoronto.ca/utel/rp/poems/pope16.html

and I'm in the process of preparing a similar page that will offer a side by side presentation along with the same kind of linked notes to explain various literary and mythological references.

I attempted something like this on Swift about a year ago, and fell flat on my face (that one had nearly twice the rhyming density). I had trepidations about whether I could pull this one off, but experience is constantly teaching me where my own limits are. One thing in my favor, was the fact that Pope's original had inconsistent past tense e-elision, so I had the freedom of an elastic pool of e's that I could extract or replace as needed - basically the anagramming constraint applied to only 25 of the alphabet's 26 letters.

Ordinarily I like to do 4 or 8 liners, and one interesting effect that I came to appreciate doing a longer poetic piece like this one, is how the anagramming constraint naturally encourages alliteration. This comes about in the process of monitoring the remaining letter distribution, when you notice that some particular consonant is not getting used up fast enough. Total composition time, BTW, was 3 weeks at an average of around 4 hours per day (do I need to get a life, or what!)
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[> Splendidly done, RB. -- Richard G, 16:32:55 12/21/02 Sat

I was about to (be the first to) nom this excellent piece a couple of days ago when I suddenly lost my connection, sorry about that Richard. I'll have to make do with fifthing it.

Here is a side-by-side version of Dunciad Variorum highlighting Richard's careful paraphrase of each couplet.

---
RG
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[> [> Re: Splendidly done, RB. -- Richard Brodie, 11:49:46 12/27/02 Fri

Thanks, Richard.

Finally finished a similar parallel presentation, including forward and backward linking notes:

http://www.richardbrodie.com/dunciad.htm
[5085]
American National Standards Institute = Indirect result: maintain assonant data. -- Richard Brodie, 11:40:30 12/27/02 Fri
[5084]
Reworking an old classic -- Jesse F, 10:48:42 12/27/02 Fri

Stumbled across this on my own, then saw it was much like a hall-of-famer...

In Hall of Fame:
Forester = For trees.

My rendition:
Reforest ~ for trees.

JF2 :]
[5082]
U.S. Planes hit 'No-Fly' Zone Site = Openly Zionist hatefulness -- Tom Myers, 08:51:07 12/27/02 Fri
[5081]
The International Atomic Energy Agency = I am nice, only negotiate. Then try carnage! -- Tom Myers, 02:04:50 12/27/02 Fri
[5076]
The Great American Novel -- Mattias Inghe, 18:50:43 12/26/02 Thu

Write the Great American Novel = Avow eternal magic, then retire

or:

Write the Great American Novel = Get rich (Women are alternative)
[5073]
Crude and disgusting! -- Larry Brash, 23:44:07 12/18/02 Wed

Safe Sex Shell + Condom = Total Protection

The Safe Sex Shell is a circular plastic shell with a protrusive hole on the center. See http://www.sexsafe.biz

This product is to be used in combination with a condom. The protrusion wraps around the mouth of the condom, holding securely in place, thereby reducing the likelihood of it falling off.

Whereas condoms only cover parts of the penis from contact with body fluids, the shell joins together with the condom to protect the entire penis and surrounding areas, further eliminating the risk of contagion. The protrusion also produces a tension around the penis, reducing the blood flow and increasing the duration of erection.

The small protrusions around the center protrusion touch the female, let her feel more happy.

The Safe Sex Shell is invented by Mr. Lin Hua and got patent. Mr. Lin Hua wishes to cooperate with you to promote the product to world. If you are interested in the product, you can contact linhua@ustc.edu

=

Dear Mr Hua

I'm writing to complain about your product, the gizmo that one puts on one's erect penis to keep the condom on, less I end up with STD, and, if we do screw, so I can thrill the girlfriend. The Sex Shell thing...

True, it has worked just as you said, as we both had fine sex, until a few unexpected side effects occurred. The main one is I can't get the shell off!

It's been on for four months. I've managed to cut a hole in the french letter so I can finally have a piss. However, I got this chronic priapism, one permanent erection, an chronic boner, one constant hardon, the total opposite to erectile impotence. The head and whole length of the shaft's this purple colour, hot, and seriously hurts. I'm worried it could turn out to be my old penis, not the condom, that will drop off! The stench's totally putrid (people are now recoiling).

Truth is I'm hopelessly stuffed.

Should I see an expert doctor, a clinic or the urology hospital or not ?

How about a return, refund or court costs?

Larry 'Eunuch' Brash

Larry Brash

Posted from The Anagrammy Website's Anagram Checker
[4902]

[> Re: Crude and disgusting! What no one like this one? Self SPAM NOM -- Larry Brash, 00:52:35 12/22/02 Sun
[4996]

[> [> Re: Crude and disgusting! What no one like this one? Self SPAM NOM -- Joe F., 05:21:57 12/22/02 Sun

Sorry Larry! I read it in the NG but I honestly don't remember reading it here. Seconded, anyway.
[5000]

[> [> [> Thanks, Joe. The title may have been a bit misleading (or not) -- Larry Brash, 10:32:35 12/22/02 Sun
[5004]

[> [> [> Message No.5000 -- Zoran, 09:44:02 12/26/02 Thu

>Sorry Larry! I read it in the NG but I honestly don't
>remember reading it here. Seconded, anyway.

This Joe's message was No.5000 in this forum.I think
he should get at least 5000 Italian liras for prize :-)

Zoran
[5071]

[> [> [> [> Re: Message No.5000 (good old times...) -- Zoran, 12:00:41 12/26/02 Thu

>>Sorry Larry! I read it in the NG but I honestly don't
>>remember reading it here. Seconded, anyway.
>
>This Joe's message was No.5000 in this forum.I think
>he should get at least 5000 Italian liras for prize
>:-)

Just kidding,there are no liras in Italy,just euro.
I remember good times at the end of 70's when our
folks usually went to Trieste for weekend-shoping;
one solid shirt was 20000-25000 liras.

Zoran
[5072]

[> [> Re: Crude and disgusting! - Another spamagram classic - THIRDED! -- Richard Brodie, 04:10:31 12/23/02 Mon

I think noming is a bit slowed this month, with the busy holidays and all.
[5027]
Merry Christmas to one and all -- A. Sadali, 22:50:34 12/25/02 Wed

Merry Christmas to one and all

=

Oh dream man, try listen ... ... ... ... ... carols
[5064]
Wishing a safe and wonderful Christmas to everyone! = Savior was refused fancy hotel, is down in the manger. -- Tom Myers, 09:08:20 12/25/02 Wed

Wishing a safe and wonderful Christmas to everyone! = Savior was refused fancy hotel, is down in the manger.
[5058]

[> Nice one, Tom. Good to see you back. Topical NOM (42 letters, I'll let it sneak in) -- Larry Brash, 22:10:22 12/25/02 Wed
[5062]
Wishing a very merry Xmas to all the gang on The Forum -- David Bourke, 21:36:46 12/25/02 Wed
[5059]

[> = Yuh! Have an extra or mighty strong gin from me as well . -- Larry Brash, 22:07:47 12/25/02 Wed
[5061]
Christmas present = Merchants persist! ; Merry xmas to you all! -- Hans-Peter, 20:23:56 12/24/02 Tue
[5053]

[> [Christmas present = Merchants persist!] ... I like it, HP - Gen NOM! -- Jesse F, 02:44:02 12/25/02 Wed
[5055]

[> [> [I like it, HP - Gen NOM!] Thanks, Jesse! -- Hans-Peter, 03:19:14 12/25/02 Wed
[5056]
The courtesan hussy faking an orgasm ~ [RUDE] -- Richard Brodie, 12:25:14 12/24/02 Tue

fucks, moaning "Ah!", as a short guy enters.
[5052]
Bush administration = Ban trust in him as I do -- wordminer, 13:42:01 12/23/02 Mon
[5038]

[> Another *OTHER NAMES NOM*, wordminer! An excellent start to your anagramming career, I must say. -- Richard G, 00:29:30 12/24/02 Tue
[5048]

[> What can I say ? The man is an inspiration :-) Thanks. -- wordminer, 06:20:22 12/24/02 Tue
[5051]
CURRENT NOMS -- Richard G, 00:53:25 12/24/02 Tue

CURRENT NOMS
[5049]
A few rude ones -- Mattias Inghe, 12:06:48 12/23/02 Mon

Erotic fantasies = Fiction as teaser

An erotic magazine = A amazing erection (Bad grammar, but too apt IMO to leave out)

An erotic dream = Married at once? (Antigram?)
An erotic dream = Maid on terrace (Thatīs more like it)
An erotic dream = Narrated: 'I come'

Homoerotic pictures = 'Come out' heroic: Strip!

Homoerotic magazines = Zoom in to reach images
[5037]

[> Re: A few rude ones *NOM* -- Richard G, 00:24:51 12/24/02 Tue

>Erotic fantasies = Fiction as teaser

Heh, nice one. *RUDE NOM*

---
RG
[5047]
The Worshipful Society of Freemasons = A few shy policemen hoist trousers off! -- David A. Green, 06:43:47 12/23/02 Mon
[5031]

[> [A few shy policemen hoist trousers off!] Oh, you're a member too? :P ***OTHER NAMES NOM***, David. -- Richard G, 00:20:31 12/24/02 Tue
[5046]
The singer Artemios (Demis) Ventouris Roussos = Is tiresome enormous-arsed sight on TV. Sure is! -- David A. Green, 03:34:05 12/23/02 Mon
[5026]

[> Sure is! *ENT NOM* -- Richard G, 00:19:01 12/24/02 Tue
[5045]
Dorset poet Thomas Hardy = Spot that sad rhyme or ode! -- Jaybur, 02:02:28 12/23/02 Mon
[5025]

[> [Alternatively:] Poet Thomas Hardy = Has to adopt rhyme. -- Richard G, 00:17:03 12/24/02 Tue
[5044]
President George Walker Bush = This 'ere bungler's a powderkeg. -- Richard G, 16:51:41 12/22/02 Sun
[5015]

[> Re: [This 'ere bungler's a powderkeg] This 'ere's a Name NOM! -- Jaybur, 19:34:14 12/22/02 Sun
[5018]

[> [> You're too kind, Jaybur. Thanks! -- Richard G, 00:12:41 12/24/02 Tue
[5043]
Fort Lauderdale -- Ernesto G., 06:38:41 12/23/02 Mon

Fort Lauderdale = Featured dollar
Fad rerouted all
[5030]

[> Re: Fort Lauderdale = Featured dollar:O/Names NOM, and welcome to the Forum! -- Jaybur, 22:28:49 12/23/02 Mon
[5042]
contemporary artists (and more) ++ -- A. Sadali, 16:22:21 12/23/02 Mon

contemporary artists = art is crap, money's tort

contemporary artists = my sport: art creations

contemporary artists = my ancestor's portrait

contemporary artists ~ try some crap into arts
[5041]
Osama Bin Laden and Saadam Hussein = Ah, mad men's idea: nab and assail on US! -- A. Sadali, 16:10:26 12/23/02 Mon
[5040]
The famous Peita of Michelangelo Buonarroti. = O lap of a beautiful mom here, a gone Christ on it. -- Richard Brodie, 07:23:39 12/23/02 Mon
[5032]

[> Nice one, Richard. ENT NOM -- Larry Brash, 09:17:16 12/23/02 Mon
[5035]

[> [> Re: Thanks, Larry. Sorry for the mis-spelling (Pieta). -- Richard Brodie, 11:23:35 12/23/02 Mon
[5036]
A case (rude) -- Ernesto G., 06:24:54 12/23/02 Mon

A case of blue balls = Lose a full sac, babe
A full solace, babes!
[5029]

[> Re: A case (rude) - a *NOM* (rude) -- Mattias Inghe, 08:12:37 12/23/02 Mon

>A case of blue balls = Lose a full sac, babe

:) Hereby NOMmed in the rude category
[5034]
Capitol Hill = Politic hall -- Mattias Inghe, 07:57:44 12/22/02 Sun

Well, I can't find it anywhere. So either I got a weak grasp on english grammar or there are still some pretty cool anagrams to discover out there.
[5002]

[> Alabama Capitol Hill = A 'Bama political hall. :] -- Jesse F, 09:29:11 12/22/02 Sun
[5003]

[> Re: Capitol Hill = Politic hall *NOM* -- Richard G, 16:17:21 12/22/02 Sun

>Well, I can't find it anywhere. So either I got a weak
>grasp on english grammar

Nope, 'politic' meaning political is pretty rare these days (used chiefly in 'body politic') but is still correct. Unfortunately for the accuracy of your 'gram it also means 'shrewd' and 'sagacious'... :)

>or there are still some pretty cool anagrams to discover
>out there.

God, I hope there are. :) **OTHER NAMES NOM**, Mattias.

---
RG
[5013]

[> [> Re: Capitol Hill = Politic hall *NOM* -- Mattias Inghe, 08:08:35 12/23/02 Mon

>>Well, I can't find it anywhere. So either I got a weak
>>grasp on english grammar
>
>Nope, 'politic' meaning political is pretty rare these
>days (used chiefly in 'body politic') but is still
>correct. Unfortunately for the accuracy of your 'gram
>it also means 'shrewd' and 'sagacious'... :)

Doesnīt seem any less apt. ;)

>>or there are still some pretty cool anagrams to
>discover
>>out there.
>
>God, I hope there are. :) **OTHER NAMES NOM**, Mattias.

Thnx!
[5033]
Blue (rude) -- Ernesto G., 06:22:17 12/23/02 Mon

Blue Balls = Lull babes
[5028]
The Olympus Digital Camera = Oh my, captured a still image! -- Jaybur, 19:36:17 12/22/02 Sun
[5019]

[> Re:{ The Olympus Digital Camera = Oh my, captured a still image!} Nice! OTHER NAMES *NOM* -- A. Sadali, 23:20:27 12/22/02 Sun
[5022]

[> [> Re: Oh my, captured a still image!} Nice! OTHER NAMES *NOM* Thanks! -- Jaybur, 02:00:57 12/23/02 Mon
[5024]
Husband and wife = Bash fund in a wed. ;-) -- Hans-Peter, 23:29:31 12/22/02 Sun

Who said Iīm a cynic? ;-)
[5023]
Some gems in this set of rude ones -- Jesse F, 16:02:23 12/20/02 Fri

Rectal opening =

'Pencil' got near.
Got inner place.
Longer-cane pit.
"Nice port, angel."
Plan: go in erect.
Long, erect, pain!
Enter, clog, pain!
An erect 'poling.'
"Nice, pat longer!"
Peter in, an' clog.
Girl can pet one.
Recent 'log' pain.
Log enter, panic!
Log pain center.
Peter in log-can.
Crap on Gentile.
Crap log in teen.
Can grope inlet.
Open crag-inlet.
'Rope' can tingle.
Let grip on cane.
"Go in pert, lance!"
Gel on nice part.
Gel in cane-port.
Not penile crag.
[4956]

[> Re: Some gems in this set of rude ones -- [more variations] -- Jesse F, 17:22:18 12/20/02 Fri

A rectal opening =

Peter go in canal.
Crap agent, no lie!
Neat groin place.
Great pole in can.
Operating clean?


The rectal opening =

Hot peter cleaning.
Letting one crap, eh?
Hence, genital port.
Pencil-tango there.
Peter in lace thong.
Ten get in craphole.
[4957]

[> [> Re: Some gems in this set of rude ones -- [more variations] -- A. Sadali, 17:52:21 12/20/02 Fri

my fav pick ...
The rectal opening = Hence, genital port.

hahaha ... *RUDE NOM*
[4959]

[> [> [> Thanks for NOM. ... A. Sadali = Asia lad? -- Jesse F, 18:28:30 12/20/02 Fri
[4962]

[> [> [> [> Re: Thanks for NOM -- A. Sadali, 18:43:41 12/20/02 Fri

... A. Sadali = Asia lad?

Finding clues as to who I am Jesse?
Hehehehe

Anyway, love your rude 'grams Jesse! Funny.
[4964]

[> [> [> [> [> Re: Thanks for NOM -- Richard G, 16:07:36 12/21/02 Sat

>... A. Sadali = Asia lad?
>
>Finding clues as to who I am Jesse?
>Hehehehe

Ahmad Sadali Ramli of Singapore =
Read shipload of anagrams I mail.

---
RG
yes, that's shipload
[4980]

[> [> [> [> [> [> Re: Thanks for NOM -- A. Sadali, 18:18:50 12/21/02 Sat

RG,

How the hell did you know I am from the Lion City of Singapore?

MMm....I'm trying to guess here ...

And shipload?
[4988]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Re: Thanks for NOM -- Richard G, 15:43:04 12/22/02 Sun

>How the hell did you know I am from the Lion City of
>Singapore?
>MMm....I'm trying to guess here ...

As forum administrator I can check people's posting details (don't worry, nothing too sinister - the same details are broadcast every time you send an email) and yours bore a Singaporean suffix (.sg). I'm from the Koala City of Brisbane, BTW. ;)

>And shipload?

One letter off a rude word that anagrams to "I had lots". :)

The Lion City of Singapore =
Fie! Ain't posh tiger colony.

---
RG
[5008]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Re: Thanks for NOM -- A. Sadali, 23:17:59 12/22/02 Sun

Ah, I see RG...

We are not that far afterall eh? ...
I have a friend who is in Australia, ... in Melbourne to be exact. She's graduating with a degree in Architecture.

I was actually thinking of pursuing my degree in Australia. Probably three years later. Hopefully.

dali
[5021]
Andrea del Sarto: Venus and Mars = An art man adds, or reveals, nudes. -- Jaybur, 22:07:32 12/22/02 Sun
[5020]
Moneymaking = Monkey gamin' -- A. Sadali, 18:37:19 12/22/02 Sun
[5017]
Christmas time = It emits charms. -- Hans-Peter, 23:25:42 12/21/02 Sat
[4995]

[> [It emits charms.] Charming indeed, Hans-Peter. *TOP NOM* -- Richard G, 16:03:42 12/22/02 Sun
[5012]

[> [> *TOP NOM* Thanks Richard... -- Hans-Peter, 17:09:43 12/22/02 Sun
[5016]
The Politicians ~ sit in Capitol, eh? -- Jesse Frankovich, 09:59:49 12/20/02 Fri
[4953]

[> [The Politicians ~ sit in Capitol, eh?] *NOM* [+more] -- Richard G, 15:57:51 12/21/02 Sat

There's a number of existing politician-Capitol 'grams out there, all flawed in some way (e.g. "Politicians = Is in Capitol"). This is one of the more natural wordings, IMO - gen nom unless you'd prefer not to accept a nom for a half-rediscovery.

---
RG
[4978]

[> [> Re: *NOM* [+more] -- Jesse F, 05:22:29 12/22/02 Sun

As per usual, I researched the forum and Google archives for this anagram and did come across the lousier ones such as "Politicians = is in Capitol." I guess I felt this was significantly different then? ... not yet clear on all the etiquette of such 'partial' rediscoveries. I'm reminded of November's "husband and wife = fun was had in bed" in which the only diff from prior discovery was word order, and that won a Grammy!

Meanwhile, I'd prefer if I didn't have to use 'eh?' so I'm sure I'll use another gram for Gen category Dec vote. But, I guess I don't have any moral dilemma over accepting your NOM. :) Thanks, RG!

P.S. What gave "Shesfine Jackrov" away, the e-mail address or the letters? I was hoping someone would anagram the newbie name. ;]
[5001]

[> [> [> Re: *NOM* [+more] -- Richard G, 15:59:54 12/22/02 Sun

>... not yet clear on all the etiquette of such
>'partial' rediscoveries. I'm reminded of November's
>"husband and wife = fun was had in bed" in which the
>only diff from prior discovery was word order, and
>that won a Grammy!

Good point. This situation probably felt a bit different to me because of the length and prominence of the keyword "Capitol" as opposed to "bed" or "in bed", but it's a fine line and we'd be far more inclined to let either of these through than not.

>P.S. What gave "Shesfine Jackrov" away, the e-mail
>address or the letters? I was hoping someone would
>anagram the newbie name. ;]

The name looked odd so I checked the address and recognised it, then confirmed my suspicions by fiddling briefly with the letters. Your name ain't great for hoaxing, I'm afraid -try "Geographic Information Scientist" next time, perhaps. :)

---
RG
[5011]

[> [> [> [> Geographic information scientist = Or, 'creating map of thingos in cities'. :P -- Richard G, 16:42:26 12/22/02 Sun
[5014]
Even more Bush -- Richard G, 16:48:30 12/21/02 Sat

President George 'Dubya' Bush =
Beyond a sheer stupid bugger.

---
RG
[4986]

[> Re: Even more Bush -- Joe F., 22:04:39 12/21/02 Sat

>President George 'Dubya' Bush =
>Beyond a sheer stupid bugger.

I'd worry about him reading the forum, except that I doubt he can read ;-) Another Name NOM.
[4994]

[> [> Thanks fer the nom, Joe! -- Richard G, 15:47:04 12/22/02 Sun
[5010]
Metropolitan Police Force = Elite cop on patrol of crime. -- Richard G, 16:44:38 12/21/02 Sat
[4985]

[> Re: {Metropolitan Police Force = Elite cop on patrol of crime.} Good one! *NOM* -- A. Sadali, 18:26:44 12/21/02 Sat

Deserves OTHER NAMES NOM, or probably GEN?
[4990]

[> [> [Good one! *NOM*] Thanks, Ahmad! Other Names would suit it best. -- Richard G, 15:45:11 12/22/02 Sun
[5009]
Fruity drinks = If kids try, run! -- Jesse Frankovich, 15:35:07 12/22/02 Sun
[5007]
The singer Christina Aguilera = A rich girl generates hit in USA ! -- Zoran, 10:19:01 12/19/02 Thu
[4922]

[> Excellent! *ENT/NAME NOM*, Zoran. -- Richard G, 14:47:59 12/19/02 Thu
[4928]

[> [> Thanks,Richard ! I had dilemma,to use "generates" or "teenager's" -- Zoran, 01:15:49 12/22/02 Sun
[4997]

[> [> [> Generate? Renegate? e.g. neater teenager (enter age), Rene Gate. -- Larry Brash, 10:42:40 12/22/02 Sun
[5005]
Dame Agatha Christie -- A. Sadali, 03:31:13 12/22/02 Sun

Dame Agatha Christie - the detective stories writer =
I created tragic "heart" deaths with eeriest motives


Agatha Christie - the detective stories writer =
I, the wittier, creates tragic deaths or thieves
[4999]
Even more Bush (RUDE) -- Zoran, 01:32:16 12/22/02 Sun

Not for gentle souls :-)
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
..
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

President of USA
=
F... one stupid arse !


Zoran
[4998]
Carly Fiorina of HP (rude) -- Mattias Inghe, 19:57:29 12/21/02 Sat

Carleton Fiorina = Real fornication
[4993]
The Freudian analyst = Yeah, and a trifle nuts! [+ more...] -- Jaybur, 17:07:15 12/18/02 Wed

Freudian analysts = Fantasy laundries?
[4885]

[> Freudian analyst = Unseat Fairyland -- Larry Brash, 18:42:34 12/18/02 Wed
[4889]

[> [The Freudian analyst = Yeah, and a trifle nuts!] What, just a trifle? *GEN NOM* -- Richard G, 14:10:25 12/19/02 Thu
[4924]

[> [> Re: What, just a trifle? *GEN NOM* Yes, thank you, Richard! -- Jaybur, 18:49:14 12/21/02 Sat
[4992]
The English poet William Wordsworth = He's top writer: so how man will delight! -- Jaybur, 00:27:47 12/21/02 Sat
[4970]

[> [He's top writer: so how man will delight!] Delightful indeed, Jaybur. *ENT NOM* -- Richard G, 16:10:29 12/21/02 Sat
[4981]

[> [> Re: Delightful indeed, Jaybur. *ENT NOM* Thank you kindly, RG! -- Jaybur, 18:47:35 12/21/02 Sat
[4991]
The Amazing Race -- A. Sadali, 02:16:58 12/21/02 Sat

The Amazing Race

=

reach giant maze

he, tracing a maze

a hint: "craze" game

maze in rath cage

ah, gamer in Aztec?

each team razing

Ahem! Giant craze!
[4974]

[> Re: The Amazing Race *NOM* -- Richard G, 16:20:02 12/21/02 Sat

>The Amazing Race
>=
>reach giant maze

Yep, pretty much sums up the whole show. *ENT NOM*, Ahmad.

---
RG
[4983]

[> [> Thanks RG! :) -- A. Sadali, 18:21:21 12/21/02 Sat
[4989]
US Senator Lott resigned = Urgent: Trent loses - adios ! -- wordminer, 17:02:55 12/21/02 Sat
[4987]
Severino Antinori -- Adrian H, 23:44:16 12/20/02 Fri

The controversial Italian doctor Severino Antinori announced in November that the first human baby clone will be born in January 2003.

Italian doctor Severino Antinori =
Iteration on clone rids variation
Identical, or no variation in store
Revision on traditional creation

---
Adrian

---
Adrian
[4965]

[> Re: Severino Antinori NOM -- Joe F., 01:09:14 12/21/02 Sat

>Italian doctor Severino Antinori =
>Revision on traditional creation

This one is my favourite. Name/Topical NOM!
[4972]

[> [> Re: Severino Antinori NOM -- Richard G, 16:14:41 12/21/02 Sat

>>Italian doctor Severino Antinori =
>>Revision on traditional creation
>This one is my favourite. Name/Topical NOM!

Seconded, definitely the best of an excellent trio of 'grams. I had a go at Antinori a while back but didn't find anything nearly this good, so well done Adrian!

---
RG
[4982]
anagram = RG: AA man. --- [AA = Anagrammatists Anonymous] -- Shesfine Jackrov, 18:37:20 12/20/02 Fri
[4963]

[> [anagram = RG: AA man] Heh, thanks Jesse. :) -- Richard G, 15:59:40 12/21/02 Sat
[4979]
Scorched Earth -- Mey K., 07:06:53 12/20/02 Fri


The US claims Iraq is preparing a 'Scorched Earth' strategy, in which Saddam would destroy Iraq's own food supplies, power plants and oil fields, and then blame the US for it in the upcoming war.

'Scorched Earth' = He'd torch acres!

Later,
Mey K.
[4951]

[> ['Scorched Earth' = He'd torch acres!] Excellent, *TOP NOM* -- Richard G, 15:45:01 12/21/02 Sat
[4977]
Anti-war demonstrator = Traitor wanted no arms = Onward, men! Start a riot! -- Scott Gardner, 04:09:23 12/19/02 Thu
[4913]

[> Interesting ... *GEN NOM* -- A. Sadali, 04:22:56 12/19/02 Thu
[4915]

[> [> Love the first one, Scott, but I'll put both in the list if you want. -- Richard G, 14:39:50 12/19/02 Thu
[4927]

[> [> [> Just the first is fine. Thanks for the nom, Ahmad! -- Scott Gardner, 04:54:21 12/21/02 Sat
[4975]
Bush again -- Joe F., 09:04:59 12/19/02 Thu

The President Of The United States Of America, George Walker Bush
=
The Business Market together with a rage-tied duel face of person.
=
"Think of the oil resources benefits, Gates!" The war damage erupted.

JF
[4920]

[> And another one.... -- Joe F., 02:58:49 12/20/02 Fri

OK last one of this source text then I'll shut up ;)

The President Of The United States Of America, George
Walker Bush
=
Total fascist buggered the USA. I'm peed on reefer. I shot the wanker....

:)
JF
[4947]

[> [> Brilliant! Name Nom!!! (Guantanamo here we come :P) -- Paul Pan, 18:04:59 12/20/02 Fri
[4961]

[> [> [> Re: Brilliant! Name Nom!!! (Guantanamo here we come :P) -- Joe F., 01:16:00 12/21/02 Sat

:) Thanks Paul! It has to go in Long though, I count 56 letters.

JF
[4973]
US General Robert Edward Lee = Our gentle breed's war leader. -- Jaybur, 00:36:51 12/21/02 Sat
[4971]
The Three Wise Men = Here's the new Mite! [tiny child] -- Jaybur, 00:24:31 12/21/02 Sat
[4969]
[Italian painter] Andrea del Sarto = Real art, one adds. -- Jaybur, 00:21:55 12/21/02 Sat
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Some old friends = Reminded of loss -- Wayne Baisley, 15:38:12 12/20/02 Fri
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[> Re: Some old friends = Reminded of loss: Gen NOM, Wayne! -- Jaybur, 00:17:32 12/21/02 Sat
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The Anagram Winners = hasten renaming war! -- A. Sadali, 18:02:44 12/20/02 Fri
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