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		<title>By: zardoz</title>
		<link>http://deviousdiva.com/2006/10/28/nearest-book/#comment-2834</link>
		<dc:creator>zardoz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 20:41:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>nearest book : jack london:&quot;THE GLIMMERING LIGHT OF DAY&quot;
PAGE 123,FIFTH SENTENCE:

                 Oh the poor man,..what misery!
Perhaps what we call life, is no more than a graveyard which recycles itself and every observent  human being there
anouncing his own death. Coming back a moment to reality
he saw the water ripple and rising, an a bird hanging on the railing 
of the boat , looking him right in the eye.

...................................................
Books in greek , had to translate,
jacks friends , bear with me.
...................................................
yep first book over the shelf ,of the p.c.screen
next to PASCAL:THE PASSION OF LOVE
NAYLA FAROUKI:METAPHYSICS
ETIENNE KLEIN: TIME
AND IVAR EKELAND&#039;S CHAOS..AND
A DIGEST OF SEA SHELL&#039;S......................=z=</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>nearest book : jack london:&#8221;THE GLIMMERING LIGHT OF DAY&#8221;<br />
PAGE 123,FIFTH SENTENCE:</p>
<p>                 Oh the poor man,..what misery!<br />
Perhaps what we call life, is no more than a graveyard which recycles itself and every observent  human being there<br />
anouncing his own death. Coming back a moment to reality<br />
he saw the water ripple and rising, an a bird hanging on the railing<br />
of the boat , looking him right in the eye.</p>
<p>&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;<br />
Books in greek , had to translate,<br />
jacks friends , bear with me.<br />
&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;<br />
yep first book over the shelf ,of the p.c.screen<br />
next to PASCAL:THE PASSION OF LOVE<br />
NAYLA FAROUKI:METAPHYSICS<br />
ETIENNE KLEIN: TIME<br />
AND IVAR EKELAND&#8217;S CHAOS..AND<br />
A DIGEST OF SEA SHELL&#8217;S&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.=z=</p>
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		<title>By: melusina</title>
		<link>http://deviousdiva.com/2006/10/28/nearest-book/#comment-2826</link>
		<dc:creator>melusina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 18:39:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well, I&#039;ve got 13 books in two stacks on my desk right next to me, and if I pick up the pick at the top of the stack right next to me, I don&#039;t think it would make any sense at all out context (hell, I&#039;m not convinced it makes sense IN context).  It is one of those heady, scholastic works on heroism in ancient Greek poetry called &quot;The Best of the Achaians&quot;.  But I will sate your curiousity...

From the words of this composition, we see that Pyrrhos met his death at Delphi as the direct result of a quarrel over slices of meat that were being distributed as a sacrifice:

When he quarreled with the attendants
over his rightful timai
he killed him
in his own precinct, right by the broad center of the Earth

In another variation on this myth, the killer is not Apollo himself but one of his temple attendants:

And he went to the god
bringing the riches of first-fruit offerings from Troy.
And there a man with a makhaira smote him
as he got into a quarrel over slices of meat.
And the Delphians, conductors of xenoi, were greatly vexed.

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So there you go.  Too bad my computer isn&#039;t by the bed, where the closest book is &quot;Joy Luck Club&quot; right on my nightstand.  I can&#039;t read solely from scholastic research stuff or I&#039;d go insane.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well, I&#8217;ve got 13 books in two stacks on my desk right next to me, and if I pick up the pick at the top of the stack right next to me, I don&#8217;t think it would make any sense at all out context (hell, I&#8217;m not convinced it makes sense IN context).  It is one of those heady, scholastic works on heroism in ancient Greek poetry called &#8220;The Best of the Achaians&#8221;.  But I will sate your curiousity&#8230;</p>
<p>From the words of this composition, we see that Pyrrhos met his death at Delphi as the direct result of a quarrel over slices of meat that were being distributed as a sacrifice:</p>
<p>When he quarreled with the attendants<br />
over his rightful timai<br />
he killed him<br />
in his own precinct, right by the broad center of the Earth</p>
<p>In another variation on this myth, the killer is not Apollo himself but one of his temple attendants:</p>
<p>And he went to the god<br />
bringing the riches of first-fruit offerings from Troy.<br />
And there a man with a makhaira smote him<br />
as he got into a quarrel over slices of meat.<br />
And the Delphians, conductors of xenoi, were greatly vexed.</p>
<p>&#8211;</p>
<p>So there you go.  Too bad my computer isn&#8217;t by the bed, where the closest book is &#8220;Joy Luck Club&#8221; right on my nightstand.  I can&#8217;t read solely from scholastic research stuff or I&#8217;d go insane.</p>
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		<title>By: deviousdiva</title>
		<link>http://deviousdiva.com/2006/10/28/nearest-book/#comment-2795</link>
		<dc:creator>deviousdiva</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 12:22:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Melusina, I think we should start a &quot;Proud to be a Nerd&quot; club. You have made me so curious now as to what your four sentances would be if you did pick up your nearest book !

Thanks for posting danilena

I guess the next part of the meme should be can anyone guess which book the words are from.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Melusina, I think we should start a &#8220;Proud to be a Nerd&#8221; club. You have made me so curious now as to what your four sentances would be if you did pick up your nearest book !</p>
<p>Thanks for posting danilena</p>
<p>I guess the next part of the meme should be can anyone guess which book the words are from.</p>
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		<title>By: danilena</title>
		<link>http://deviousdiva.com/2006/10/28/nearest-book/#comment-2753</link>
		<dc:creator>danilena</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 15:21:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>.......A neighbour stood in his shirt sleeves, drinking from a mug as he watched the square. A single bird crossed the sky. I had never seen such snow in central London. Lelia had been working on the flat - her &quot;nesting instinct&quot;, she said - and the floorboards were glowing mellow slabs of age, and there were new curtains.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8230;&#8230;.A neighbour stood in his shirt sleeves, drinking from a mug as he watched the square. A single bird crossed the sky. I had never seen such snow in central London. Lelia had been working on the flat &#8211; her &#8220;nesting instinct&#8221;, she said &#8211; and the floorboards were glowing mellow slabs of age, and there were new curtains.</p>
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		<title>By: melusina</title>
		<link>http://deviousdiva.com/2006/10/28/nearest-book/#comment-2745</link>
		<dc:creator>melusina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2006 12:55:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can&#039;t do this one, all the nearest books I have are thesis related works, nothing interesting, unless you are into my thesis topic. =p  Even so, I&#039;d be labelled a bigger nerd than I already am.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can&#8217;t do this one, all the nearest books I have are thesis related works, nothing interesting, unless you are into my thesis topic. =p  Even so, I&#8217;d be labelled a bigger nerd than I already am.</p>
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		<title>By: G Bitch</title>
		<link>http://deviousdiva.com/2006/10/28/nearest-book/#comment-2694</link>
		<dc:creator>G Bitch</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Oct 2006 21:58:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It IS a great meme. Thanks for picking it up and thanks for the link. I&#039;ll let you know when I do it again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It IS a great meme. Thanks for picking it up and thanks for the link. I&#8217;ll let you know when I do it again.</p>
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