FB, you are simply too modest which is a fact and I will attempt to expain why.
In my own personal opinion, before you croak it!, you should turn your hand to writing a book. It doesn't really matter on which subject, so long as it's one of the many that you are passionate about. You have that skill of drawing people in and keeping their attention, at least in my opinion. Put it this way, I've read quite a few "best sellers" on the tube these last months and none of the authors could light a candle in comparison to how you can.
Some might consider this as blowing smoke but it's not true. I read 20 pages of a novel between 5.30 and 7pm everyday on the train home and then read one sentence FB has written and I'm either in tears laughing or pondering what he said or both more usualy!
Thank you, Ben, but in my native land authorship derives neither merit nor much acclaim. In my adopted land, however, this syndrome of anonymity is less the case, and my literary effort is focused there.
Last edited by Friedrich-Berthold; 12-10-2011 at 03:21 AM.
When I was a child of an impressionable age, the emphasis was getting the man on the moon and resisting the ill effects of flouridation, for which my literary talent was extraneous to primary and secondary education. Skills in the new math in the follow on generations of rocket scientists were uppermost for repulsing the international communist conspiracy, the aptitude necessary to make a more accurate circular error probability for ICBMs and large IBM 360 computers.
The needs of national security translated into primary education fifty years ago meant that I was in the dumb group in grammar school at the time of nuclear drills and first strike anxieties, actually. This was quite a bitter experience, truth be told, and contributed greatly to my bad habits.
Out of this disappointment arose an interest in foetid wool, not unlike that degeneration that in some seizes upon silken stockings in their incapacity to experience human warmth and intimacy in an upright manner.
Last edited by Friedrich-Berthold; 12-10-2011 at 09:17 AM.
In fact, I lived cheek by jowl with the hippies who transformed computers into personal computers, as if such an idea made any sense at a time of the total mastery of such machines by IBM (akin to ICBM) in a world of corporations, and grey flannel men, and the high frontier. I paid no attention to the hippies, or to the corporations, or any of it, really.
My impression was that the world had lost something vital since the first third of the 20th century.
Last edited by Friedrich-Berthold; 12-10-2011 at 01:28 AM.
"Out of this disappointment arose an interest in foetid wool, not unlike some seize upon silken stockings in their incapacity to experience human warmth and intimacy in an upright manner."
If you were to write the aforementioned book, I would be more than happy to read it. I agree with Ben. You are able to turn a simple post of a thread about black SS uniforms into a literary work of art and your posts definitely draw me in. I have to ask, how do you speak English so well? I have never met a native speaker of English who spoke as well as you do.
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