They also serve who only stand and wait.
I think we could adapt this last line to "they also serve who only sit and parse."
saparris wrote:How about a little John Milton? It's not Old English, but it's old.
On His Blindness
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.

saparris wrote:They also serve who only stand and wait.
I think we could adapt this last line to "they also serve who only sit and parse."

WOW!
I had almost forgotten that one.

It's amazing to me that Milton wrote Paradise Lose while blind (dictated it, actually). All 10,576 lines


saparris wrote:Why is it amazing? He is free from all distractions.
Could you write 10,000+ lines of iambic pentameter in the dark?

I could dictate 10,000+ lines, not of lambic pentameter though.
I'm not blind myself. Are you?

Could you dictate 10,000+ complex sentences, then go back and reduce them all? That's what I imagine writing poetry blind would be like.



saparris wrote:But I might change my mind if we made it all inclusive. Everyone plays according to some set of rules.

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