ABELARD AND HELOISE, MODERNIZED! was Ed Dolan the Great & Marika

ABELARD AND HELOISE, MODERNIZED!

Hey, Tommy, before you take up Ed Dolan's generous offer to fix you
up, you might consider what love cost Abelard, not to mention what is
often overlooked by (male) commentators, that Heloise got locked up in
a nunnery, a sort of unisex prison without MTV, even.

Andre Jute
Thank you for the Latin and the Greek, Mr Bosman


On Nov 29, 8:58*pm, "Edward Dolan" wrote:
Ed Dolan the Great wishes to announce that no matter how much Marika might
wish it, we can never be lovers. Ed Dolan the Great is also a Great Saint
and has taken vows of chastity. Like all Great Saints, Saint Edward the
Great is only concerned with Purity of Essence and Precious Bodily Fluids..
He spends all of his time perched on a high mountain top like a lone eagle
gazing into the ether and has no time for female frivolities. I urge Marika
to look elsewhere for her true love.

I would recommend Tom Sherman of ARBR for her. He is a civil engineer,
unmarried and is as rich as Croesus. He is a mature soul and knows more
about recumbents than anyone this side of Robert Bryant, the former editor
of RCN. He is not Great like Ed Dolan the Great of course and, needless to
say, he is not a Great Saint like Saint Edward the Great, but no matter. He
is more than good enough for lowly little Marika.

Regards,

Ed Dolan the Great - Minnesota
aka
Saint Edward the Great - Order of the Perpetual Sorrows - Minnesota

In article ,
Andre Jute writes:
ABELARD AND HELOISE, MODERNIZED!
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Are they something like Harlequin and Columbine?
Or, perhaps, one of my favourite comedy acts --
The Bickersons[*]?


What the heck. I can just Google it.


cheers,
Tom
[*] Blanche, in an accusing tone of voice: "You hate my cooking!"
John, in a sarcastic tone of voice: "I love your cooking!"
Blanche: "Then how come you always get ptomaine poisoning?"

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On Nov 30, 1:00*am, (Tom Keats) wrote:
In article ,
* * * * Andre Jute writes: ABELARD AND HELOISE, MODERNIZED!

* ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Are they something like Harlequin and Columbine?
Or, perhaps, one of my favourite comedy acts --
The Bickersons[*]?

What the heck. *I can just Google it.

I must warn you, Tom, the tale of Abelard and Heloise is not for the
squeamish. First of all there is this sensitive love story, which a
great big manly cyclist might find far, far too soppy. Then there is
the wicked uncle who-- man, this is a newsgroup people's children
might see. If despite this reminder you insist on googling Abelard and
Heloise, don't say I didn't warn you!

Keep your thumbs clear of the bricks.

Andre Jute
All that expensive education -- and I know all about twelfth century
lovers!


cheers,
* * * * Tom

[*] Blanche, in an accusing tone of voice: "You hate my cooking!"
* * John, in a sarcastic tone of voice: "I love your cooking!"
* * Blanche: "Then how come you always get ptomaine poisoning?"

--
Nothing is safe from me.
I'm really at:
tkeats curlicue vcn dot bc dot ca

In article
,
Andre Jute wrote:

On Nov 30, 1:00*am, (Tom Keats) wrote:
In article ,
* * * * Andre Jute writes: ABELARD AND HELOISE, MODERNIZED!

* ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Are they something like Harlequin and Columbine?
Or, perhaps, one of my favourite comedy acts --
The Bickersons[*]?

What the heck. *I can just Google it.

I must warn you, Tom, the tale of Abelard and Heloise is not for the
squeamish. First of all there is this sensitive love story, which a
great big manly cyclist might find far, far too soppy. Then there is
the wicked uncle who-- man, this is a newsgroup people's children
might see. If despite this reminder you insist on googling Abelard and
Heloise, don't say I didn't warn you!

Keep your thumbs clear of the bricks.

Andre Jute
All that expensive education -- and I know all about twelfth century
lovers!


cheers,
* * * * Tom

[*] Blanche, in an accusing tone of voice: "You hate my cooking!"
* * John, in a sarcastic tone of voice: "I love your cooking!"
* * Blanche: "Then how come you always get ptomaine poisoning?"

Mark Twain recounts the story of Abelard and Heloise
in The Innocents Abroad, in as well as his soul
wrenching visit to Adam's tomb. [sniff]

http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/3176

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Michael Press