Pirate Ship Mafia [Concluded]

[TinCow]

And of those pirates possessing an exquisitely refined taste

Reading Jane Austen is an inhumane method of execution. Not even pirates are that cruel.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

off with both o' you then

My is cooler than your

Sunglasses > eyepatch. I'll be staring serenely into the sun while you are squinting and shielding yourself; I'll be laughing when you can't catch the belaying pins I toss you because you have no depth perception.

Reading Jane Austen is an inhumane method of execution. Not even pirates are that cruel.

Think it a little over. Perhaps you are not so much aware as I am of the wonder that may, of the joy that must arise from a young man's foray into her works: occupied in this manner; oblivious to the outer world, and placed suddenly on a footing with the great minds of old. To think only of the pleasure which every reading must tend to create. It is all very good! Put yourself in the first time reader's place, TinCow. Consider what it would be to experience the novels with fresh eyes. They have a right to be felt for, because you evidently feel for yourself. Their feelings ought to be respected. Does it not strike you so, TinCow?

[TinCow]

Think it a little over. Perhaps you are not so much aware as I am of the wonder that may, of the joy that must arise from a young man's foray into her works: occupied in this manner; oblivious to the outer world, and placed suddenly on a footing with the great minds of old. To think only of the pleasure which every reading must tend to create. It is all very good! Put yourself in the first time reader's place, TinCow. Consider what it would be to experience the novels with fresh eyes. They have a right to be felt for, because you evidently feel for yourself. Their feelings ought to be respected. Does it not strike you so, TinCow?

It was the best of writing, it was the worst of writing, it was the product of creativity, it was the product of an unrelatable society, it was the epoch of literature, it was the epoch of dross, it was the vocabulary of education, it was the plotline of drivel, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, Austen had everything before her, Austen put nothing before us, we were all going direct to sleep, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the writing was so far like Dickens and Bronte, that some of the noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

[Iskander 3.1]

(Um, Dickens and Austen weren't even born yet...and has anyone here read Ms. Austen's latest?)

[TinCow]

(Um, Dickens and Austen weren't even born yet...and has anyone here read Ms. Austen's latest?)

Actually, that's not her latest.

[Louis VI the Fat]

(Um, Dickens and Austen weren't even born yet...and has anyone here read Ms. Austen's latest?)

What's up with all these literary girlie men on this boat?

You all brought girly books about pinkypale English lasses dressed in pink flowerdresses on board or something?

The lash, all of you!

Hey, I'm having lots of computer troubles so I'm going to have to pull out, sorry.

Hey - I said the exact same thing to my wench yesterday! Except that the troubles didn't involve a computer.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Hey - I said the exact same thing to my wench yesterday! Except that the troubles didn't involve a computer.

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[scotchedpommes]

it was the epoch of dross, it was the vocabulary of education, it was the plotline of drivel

Surely here's a man who must be captain.

[Centurion1]

uh argh......

[Splitpersonality]

Well spoken centuri-argh-1.

[scottishranger]

YAHAR! IT APPEARS THE GREAT GAME HAS BEEN STARTED!

WHERE BE THESE SCALLYWAGS WHO DARE ATTEMPT THEIR PERFIDY UPON OUR TREASURE?

[Centurion1]

domo split-argh-san


^ someone just woke up from a grog filled dream. A tad late to the party me hearty