From: GDHDTHSHS@SDSRSF.COM   
      
   "P.S.Burton"  wrote in message   
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   >   
   > THE KINKS ARE THE VILLAGE GREEN PRESERVATION SOCIETY wrote:   
   > > "P.S.Burton"  wrote in message   
   > > news:1138096321.285399.167220@f14g2000cwb.googlegroups.com...   
   > > >   
   > > > THE KINKS ARE THE VILLAGE GREEN PRESERVATION SOCIETY wrote:   
   > > > > "P.S.Burton"  wrote in message   
   > > > > news:1138014401.426290.53540@g49g2000cwa.googlegroups.com...   
   > > > >   
   > > > > > I likened you to Adrian Mole at the time, and you 'extrapolated'   
   that   
   > > > > > it was because he was the only cultural reference in my head   
   marked   
   > > > > > 'Diarist'. As you can see, there were other reasons...   
   > > > > >   
   > > > >   
   > > > > That piece of prose of mine is not good: in fact it was the first   
   > > serious   
   > > > > attempt at prose I ever made, almost a decade ago; the first page of   
   the   
   > > > > first book - which was not an essay but a novel and which I finished   
   and   
   > > > > which, unlike many another first novel, has been read and commented   
   on   
   > > at   
   > > > > length, more's the pity, by many different people on the net and in   
   the   
   > > real   
   > > > > world; however it isn't as bad or pretentious as Mr Mole's, however   
   much   
   > > you   
   > > > > bitchily wish it so, Thomas. I could give you bullet points as to   
   why   
   > > you   
   > > > > make the lazy analogy and why it doesn't work. But that would be   
   like   
   > > > > arguing with a Ufologist. Perhaps you haven't much experience with   
   > > pastiche   
   > > > > English prose.   
   > > > > In fact it seems to me that you make the connection because it   
   mentions   
   > > > > Turner and takes place in an urban environment. So I fully expect   
   you to   
   > > > > liken this to Adrian Mole as well:   
   > > > >   
   > > > > 'The sky over London was glorious, ochre and madder, as though a   
   dozen   
   > > > > tropic suns were simultanously setting round the horizon; everywhere   
   the   
   > > > > searchlight clustered and hovered, then swept apart; here and there   
   > > pitchy   
   > > > > clouds drifted and billowed; now and then a huge flash momentarily   
   froze   
   > > the   
   > > > > serene fireside glow. Everywhere the shells sparkled like Christmas   
   > > baubles.   
   > > > >   "Pure Turner," said Guy Crouchback, enthusiastically; he came   
   fresh to   
   > > > > these delights.   
   > > > >   "John Martin, surely?" said Ian Kilbannock.'   
   > > >   
   > > > "work out". As a great man once said LOLOL.   
   > > >   
   > >   
   > > Eh? Another of your so devastating-they-don't-actually-mean-anything   
   gnomic   
   > > retorts?   
   > >   
   > > ROBBIE   
   >   
   > Oh the hypocrisy.   
      
   I don't think there's anything hypocritical about it at all. You tried, once   
   again, to rubbish, spite and generally discredit me and by any standard you   
   failed again and simply made some ridiculous, meaningless retort and hoped   
   that it would do. As for good old George. If you want to get into that   
   again, I don't mind. I don't see the point - except that you need to keep   
   proving something to yourself....   
      
   ROBBIE   
      
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