On Fri, 14 Feb 2020 13:57:36 -0600, Christopher A. Lee
Post by Christopher A. Lee
On Fri, 14 Feb 2020 11:02:36 -0800 (PST), Harry Krishna
Post by Harry Krishna Post by firstname.lastname@example.org
A sceptic doesn't have faith in his fellow man or his institutions. Atheists may substitute faith in religion, with faith in science.
True sceptics don't believe in anything.
1) "Skeptic" is the correct spelling.
2) You're confusing skepticism with nihilism.
India speaks English English, not American English.
As long as the language is called "English", "sceptic" is correct.
I do love it when a grammar nazi proudly displays his ignorance where
no sane man has dared go before. As my posts frequently demonstrate,
I am a lousy proofreader: ever since the eighth grade, when I saw
that Dryden's "Mac Flecknoe" was sneaking the word "shit" into print
under the guise of an asterisk (try it, you'll like it; just remember
that at the time, truth was no defense in English law against libel)*,
my field has been 18th century British literature. In Brit lit, that
is the longest century of them all, stretching from 1660 with the
restoration of Charles II to 1798 with the publication of the _Lyrical
Ballads_, and English spelling did not _start_ to become standardized
until Sam Johnson published his Dictionary in 1755. If you stick a k
on the end of magic, it is fine with me--I have no trouble reading it,
and I have to force myself to see it as an error. Then we also had
the patriotic busybody, Noah Webster, creating an American version of
the language in his dictionary at a time when we were generally pissed
off at the Brits anyway, so in came the z in ize and out went the u in
* If Lord Fotheringgay (pronounced "fothgee") enjoyed fucking sheep
on his rolling acres and you happened to have mentioned that fact in a
poem as a teensy character defect, he could and probably would bring
charges against you. Your parade of witnesses attesting to seeing him
in the act at various places on those acres, your presentation of a
ewe with Fotheringgay's trouser button lodged in her fleece at an
unmentionable location, and a page from his diary (smuggled by a
spurned parlor maid) containing the sentence in his Lordship's own
hand, "I do so enjoy fucking sheep: their rumps are so soft, and they
ne'er chatter idly afterwards about domestic arrangements," you would
be found guilty, pilloried, and had one of your favorite ears cut off.
Asterisks were in great demand among satirists in England's great age
aa #2278 Never mind "proof." Where is your evidence?
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Je pense, donc je suis Charlie.