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Originally posted by The Dryer Thread
You sir, are a dickbag.
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Putting aside for the moment the unusual word choice that you have implemented here, it is worth exploring further why you would choose to rise to defend the honor of a poster named "sfiail." Presumably, em can do so emself, and from my initial review of the writing skills attributable to that moniker, I have little doubt that an effective defense is one to which our young sfiail can one day aspire. Once paragraph and sentence structure, together with an cogent point, are fully mastered, naturally.
Until then, I am tempted to inquire about the relationship between that poster and you. Is "sfiail" some sort of dryer implement with which we are generally unaware?
Cordially,
Wm. Faulkner
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I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.
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