The Substance Trumps Shadow Park Place Log

it is too late to whet the sword when the trumpet sounds.
    — aesop's fable: the wild boar and the fox

what are you looking at?
    shattered remains of planets.  i'd never seen anything so terrible.
what are the lives of a billion heretics?
    most of them were fine people.
that's just the problem.  they work themselves to death just to survive from day to day.  in desperation, they put their trust in greedy leaders who wage petty wars, and the fools on each side believe that *they're* the only victims.  the pathetic creatures [are] heading farther and farther down their pathetic path.
    — project a-ko: versus - blue side

is a vixen a female fox?  /dictionary/  well look at that...

the man and the satyr
    a man and a satyr once drank together in token of a bond of alliance being formed between them.  one very cold wintry day, as they talked, the man put his fingers to his mouth and blew on them.  when the satyr asked the reason for this, he told him that he did it to warm his hands because they were so cold.  later on in the day they sat down to eat, and the food prepared was quite scalding.  the man raised one of the dishes a little towards his mouth and blew in it.  when the satyr again inquired the reason, he said that he did it to cool the meat, which was too hot.  "i can no longer consider you as a friend," said the satyr, "a fellow who with the same breath blows hot and cold."

by show of hands, has anyone ever had an *expected* surprise?

the father and his two daughters
    a man had two daughters: the one married to a gardener, and the other to a tile-maker.  after a time he went to the daughter who had married the gardener and inquired how she was and how all things went with her.  she said, "all things are prospering with me, and i have only one wish: that there may be a heavy fall of rain in order that the plants may be well watered."  not long after, he went to the daughter who had married the tile-maker and likewise inquired of her how she fared; she replied, "i want for nothing, and have only one wish: that the dry weather may continue, and the sun shine hot and bright so that the bricks might be dried."  he said to her, "if your sister wishes for rain, and you for dry weather, with which of the two am i to join my wishes?"
    every father has a favorite daughter.   you can't please everybody.

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