With this commercial of theirs:
I know that ever since I first saw it on TV at least a year ago I mocked it. "The tyranny of pegs"!
The absurdity!
But then tonight I realised that we are in fact under the tyranny of pegs!
It's not quite as absurd as it sounds ... although, that being said, I'm yet to experience the pegs all deciding to strike and just jump out of the container on the way to the washing line to hang out the washing (that would be absurd).
But I still have to listen to the wishes of the pegs if I want my washing to remaining hanging on the line. I can't buy those really cheap wooden pegs that seem to delight in letting your clean washing drop to the ground the minute your back is turned. And if you want your pegs to remain in good working order you have to bring them in out of the elements once your washing is dried (thankfully a demand the washing line doesn't make).
If you do risk incurring the wrath of your pegs by leaving them outside to the elements, you also run the very high risk of nasty spiders moving into them and making them their home and unfit to use to hang your washing (not to mention scary).
Ezyline is right. We are under the tyranny of pegs. So much so that we mock those who point it out to us.
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Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Further Thoughts on Dante's Inferno
Apart from the incrediable doucheness of God in Dante's Inferno I can't get over how well mannered everyone appeared.
When you think of all those sinful souls sent down to hell you don't exactly think well bred gentlemen with faultless manners. You'd think scoundrels and rogues with few, if any, manners.
But not the sinners in Inferno!
It's almost like gentlemen meeting up with each other on a Sunday walk;
"I say, vecchio mio, where to you hail from and what landed you this awful place?"
"Alas, mine is a sad story, vecchio mio! Please recount my story to others so that my fame may spread."
"Of course, vecchio mio!"
Even many of the demons seemed to have courtly manners. At the very least, they were courteous to Virgil and the pilgrim.
The only souls who were rude were the wrathful ones, suffering for their wrath in life.
When you think of all those sinful souls sent down to hell you don't exactly think well bred gentlemen with faultless manners. You'd think scoundrels and rogues with few, if any, manners.
But not the sinners in Inferno!
It's almost like gentlemen meeting up with each other on a Sunday walk;
"I say, vecchio mio, where to you hail from and what landed you this awful place?"
"Alas, mine is a sad story, vecchio mio! Please recount my story to others so that my fame may spread."
"Of course, vecchio mio!"
Even many of the demons seemed to have courtly manners. At the very least, they were courteous to Virgil and the pilgrim.
The only souls who were rude were the wrathful ones, suffering for their wrath in life.
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