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   never agreed to call the speaker "George" much less "George Dance" as   
   you've been doing in this thread. The only reason to use those names is   
   as a linguistic trick, to try to subliminally blur the distinction and   
   differences between the speaker (Bob) and the author (myself).   
      
   > It's telling how you remember the humorous use of "Boy George," but fail   
   > to recollect our resolution to your objections.   
      
   One thing I keep reminding you, "Dr." Peabrain, is that I do not   
   "recollect" things that never happened. That is different from our   
   constantly failing to remember events that did happen, so please get out   
   of your habit of thinking that they're in any way similar.   
      
   > It's even more telling   
   > that you are "going to start calling him 'Bob'" as if in retaliation for   
   > what you perceive to be an ongoing attack.   
      
   I'm calling him "Bob" simply so that you cannot confuse anyone into   
   thinking that I am Bob. Whereas if we call him "George Dance" that is   
   confusing, since I am George Dance.   
      
   >>> I am   
   >>> guessing that you'd originally written the garden stanza to come first   
   >>> within the body of the narrative, but had later switched it with the   
   >>> kitchen stanza based on the severity of the (potentially perceived)   
   >>> abuses.   
   >>   
   >> No, you guessed wrong again; the stanzas were not switched. The poem   
   >> switches from the kitchen to the garden because the speaker is looking   
   >> out the window, and in the floor plan of the house (which I've told you)   
   >> the kitchen window overlook s the garden at the back of it.   
   >   
   > That's structurally poor, and even more poorly expressed.  You should   
   > start with the garden and work your way into the house.  That's just a   
   > little constructive criticism, and not a personal attack.   
      
   Noted, and dismissed. Bob is in the kitchen, looking out the window, and   
   seeing the garden. The poem clearly says that he's looking out the   
   window and then that he's seeing the garden. There's no reason that has   
   to be spelled out further, even for the dumbest reader.   
      
   >>> In this stanza, Little George is forced to spend his summers   
   >>> working in the garden -- while enviously watching the neighborhood   
   >>> children.  Because Little George describes their games as "mis   
   >>   
   >> You seem to have "frozen up", HarryLiar. That's not a big deal, of   
   >> course; I realize that responding to a long post takes time: one often   
   >> gets interrupted, even in mid-sentence. I mentioned it only because you   
   >> and "Dr." NastyGoon have pointed to it, when I did it, as evidence that   
   >> I suffered from not just psychological but various neurological   
   >> diseases.   
   >   
   > In this case it's a problem related to my having to access NovaBBS on my   
   > laptop.   
      
   No one cares what really happened to you "in this case"; which is why I   
   don't waste the reader's time with such explanations when I'm   
   interrupted when writing something. I don't because those are just   
   diversions (or deflections, as we call them here) that clutter up a   
   discussion, not add to it. So let's snip that, too:   
      
   > I was drawing attention to Little George's description of the games as   
   > "mysterious" and his admission that he "never knew" what these mysteries   
   > were.  Since the games forever remained cloaked in mystery, it is   
   > obvious that Little George was employed in chores all day long.  He had   
   > no free time to play with the other children (in which case their games   
   > would no longer be mysteries to him).   
      
   Sure, Bob "never knew" some games my neighbor children played; but   
   that's no reason to think he never played with the other children. He   
   clearly calls them his "friends" - why would he think of them as friends   
   if he never even spent any time with them?   
   >   
   >>> How autobiographical is your poem?  Let's see.   
      
   I believe this is where you start repeating yourself, most likely by   
   just pasting in something you previously wrote; so it's a good place to   
   snip, since this is already too long.   
      
   snip   
      
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