Fictionlet

Oct. 22nd, 2008 at 1:26 PM

"Did you know," said Greg, "that if your mass was made infinite, no force could move you?"

"I know you are," said Brigid. "But what am I?"

Greg blinked, and did not answer. This was a possibility that simply hadn't occurred to him.

-The Gneech

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winterknight01

Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:57 pm (UTC)

This has nothing whatsoever to do with this particular B&G, but it's just symptomatic of the way my mind works:

Would I be correct in thinking that Greg knows all the original lyrics of To Anacreon in Heaven?

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galadrion

Oct. 22nd, 2008 06:51 pm (UTC)

Er... does anyone? As I recall, it was one of those round-style drinking songs, where the singers just kept making up/adding on new verses. As such, I find myself wondering just how you would define "original lyrics" in this case...

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winterknight01

Oct. 22nd, 2008 07:01 pm (UTC)

The lyrics as originally written by the Anacreontic Society's Ralph Tomlinson and published in London by Longman and Broderip in 1778.

http://www.potw.org/archive/potw234.html

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