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[reasonvemotion]

i am top of heap in impartial observation.

Does this equate to an "imbalance".

Whereas I am fortunate I have both, reason and emotion.

[Arising_uk]

...

Whereas I am fortunate I have both, reason and emotion.

Best take the "v" out of your nik then.

[reasonvemotion]

Checkmated by the one I most fear.

[Arising_uk]

Checkmated by the one I most fear.

I doubt that most sincerely.

[reasonvemotion]

"most sincerely"

[Arising_uk]

Nice to make someone laugh.

[Hjarloprillar]

Reason 79% enotion 30%.
[as the dog said "It just dont add up"]
im swaying to emotion.. its the tequila

[harry_tunu]

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[Blaggard]

This would never of happened under Hitler. Welcome to the club.

[barbarianhorde]

Hello I come here from Ilovephilosophy where Ive been a regular poster for ten years (with some hiatuses) and recently I read a person write about this forum, how there are equally many lurkers, and I like lurkers (means thinkers) so now Im here. Hello!

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Hello I come here from Ilovephilosophy where Ive been a regular poster for ten years (with some hiatuses) and recently I read a person write about this forum, how there are equally many lurkers, and I like lurkers (means thinkers) so now Im here. Hello!

Barbarian Horde, you come:

Right from the land of the ice and snow, with the midnight sun where the hot springs flow?

Or from the desert sun where the dry skin perches, the land of the plent of the softest wenches?

Aha.

[barbarianhorde]

Hello I come here from Ilovephilosophy where Ive been a regular poster for ten years (with some hiatuses) and recently I read a person write about this forum, how there are equally many lurkers, and I like lurkers (means thinkers) so now Im here. Hello!

Barbarian Horde, you come:

Right from the land of the ice and snow, with the midnight sun where the hot springs flow?

Or from the desert sun where the dry skin perches, the land of the plent of the softest wenches?

Aha.

That would be the former oh my most gallant host and thank you for bringing gladness to my heart and tears to my eyes.
*Norsemen dont cry* (slaps self)

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I read only one fictionalized historical book about the Vikings, but it had it all. Sixth or eighth? century Vikings, roaming the seas around Europe. Written by Bengttson, (I think), the title: Red Orm (Röde Orm). I read it in Hungarian translation. A wonderful book, comparable only to the "Northwest Passage" by Kenneth Roberts (or Rogers). Both in the same genre, equally exciting, total immersion, full-experience books. The latter, in the colonial days of America, the English fighting the French and the Injuns. A must-read, both books, for older adolescent boys. Just enough testing of the characters for their stamina, strength and resistance, and just enough gore, in both books, to excite but not scare an older child or younger adult.

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My horde had come from the East, on horseback, spreading terror near and far, until they settled in the Karpathian Basin.

Then ten times six score years after that I catapulted myself to the New Land on the back of a Giant Silver Bird, over the Great Water to the land of Winnetou, The Great Manitou, and the Gichimanidoes.

But by that time people have forgotten their legends; some of them got their families living in cages, tall and cold; some just stayed there and dusted away, past the age of old. I smell a world that is burnt...