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Passion is passion. It's the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it doesn't matter where it's directed...It can be coins or sports or politics or horses or music or faith...the saddest people I've ever met in life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all.

Nicholas Sparks

And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane,--as I do here.

LORD BYRON 1788-1824.     _Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto iv. Stanza 184._

By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd, / The sports of children satisfy the child.

_Goldsmith._

Ludit in humanis divina potestas rebus, / Et certam pr?sens vix habet hora fidem=--The divine power sports with human affairs so much that we can scarcely be sure of the passing hour.

_Ovid._

Oh, would they stay aback frae courts, / And please themsels wi' country sports, / It wad for every ane be better, / The laird, the tenant, and the cottar.

_Burns._

The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epocha in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward for evermore.

JOHN ADAMS. 1735-1826.     _Letter to Mrs. Adams, July 3, 1776._

By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd; The sports of children satisfy the child.

OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774.     _The Traveller. Line 153._

There is something we don't like, though. It's when people call us Indians and then start calling sports teams and other things Indians. If we're going to have a false name, at least let us have it and then leave it alone. Don't start putting it on beer bottles and ice cream cartons and making it into something that embarrasses us and makes us look like fools. And don't tell us it's supposed to be some honor to us. We'll decide what honors us and what doesn't.

Kent Nerburn

~Sport.~--Dwell not too long upon sports; for as they refresh a man that is weary, so they weary a man that is refreshed.--_Fuller._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

I realize that today you have a number of top female athletes such as

Martina Navratilova who can run like deer and bench-press Chevrolet

trucks.  But to be brutally frank, women as a group have a long way to

go before they reach the level of intensity and dedication to sports</p>

that enables men to be such incredible jerks about it.

        -- Dave Barry, "Sports is a Drag"

Fortune Cookie

In a whiskey it's age, in a cigarette it's taste and in a sports car

it's impossible.

Fortune Cookie

Like an expensive sports car, fine-tuned and well-built, Portia was sleek,

shapely, and gorgeous, her red jumpsuit moulding her body, which was as warm

as seatcovers in July, her hair as dark as new tires, her eyes flashing like

bright hubcaps, and her lips as dewy as the beads of fresh rain on the hood;

she was a woman driven -- fueled by a single accelerant -- and she needed a

man, a man who wouldn't shift from his views, a man to steer her along the

right road: a man like Alf Romeo.

        -- Rachel Sheeley, winner

The hair ball blocking the drain of the shower reminded Laura she would never

see her little dog Pritzi again.

        -- Claudia Fields, runner-up

It could have been an organically based disturbance of the brain -- perhaps a

tumor or a metabolic deficiency -- but after a thorough neurological exam it

was determined that Byron was simply a jerk.

        -- Jeff Jahnke, runner-up

Winners in the 7th Annual Bulwer-Lytton Bad Writing Contest.  The contest is

named after the author of the immortal lines:  "It was a dark and stormy

night."  The object of the contest is to write the opening sentence of the

worst possible novel.

Fortune Cookie

Top scientists agree that with the present rate of consumption, the earth's

supply of gravity will be exhausted before the 24th century. As man

struggles to discover cheaper alternatives, we need your help. Please...

            CONSERVE GRAVITY

Follow these simple suggestions:

(1)  Walk with a light step.  Carry helium balloons if possible.

(2)  Use tape, magnets, or glue instead of paperweights.

(3)  Give up skiing and skydiving for more horizontal sports like curling.

(4)  Avoid showers .. take baths instead.

(5)  Don't hang all your clothes in the closet ... Keep them in one big pile.

(6)  Stop flipping pancakes

Fortune Cookie

Our [softball] team usually puts the other woman at second base, where the

maximum possible number of males can get there on short notice to help out

in case of emergency.  As far as I can tell, our second basewoman is a pretty

good baseball player, better than I am, anyway, but there's no way to know

for sure because if the ball gets anywhere near her, a male comes barging

over from, say, right field, to deal with it.  She's been on the team for

three seasons now, but the males still don't trust her.  They know, deep in

their souls, that if she had to choose between catching a fly ball and saving

an infant's life, she probably would elect to save the infant's life, without

ever considering whether there were men on base.

        -- Dave Barry, "Sports is a Drag"

Fortune Cookie

I believe that professional wrestling is clean and everything else in

the world is fixed.

        -- Frank Deford, sports writer

Fortune Cookie

MARTA WAS WATCHING THE FOOTBALL GAME with me when she said, "You know most

of these sports are based on the idea of one group protecting its

territory from invasion by another group."

"Yeah," I said, trying not to laugh.  Girls are funny.

        -- Jack Handley, The New Mexican, 1988.

Fortune Cookie

I'm a Hollywood writer; so I put on a sports jacket and take off my brain.

Fortune Cookie

`Lasu' Releases SAG 0.3 -- Freeware Book Takes Paves For New World Order

by staff writers

Helsinki, Finland, August 6, 1995 -- In a surprise movement, Lars

``Lasu'' Wirzenius today released the 0.3 edition of the ``Linux System

Administrators' Guide''.  Already an industry non-classic, the new

version sports such overwhelming features as an overview of a Linux

system, a completely new climbing session in a tree, and a list of

acknowledgements in the introduction.

    The SAG, as the book is affectionately called, is one of the

corner stones of the Linux Documentation Project.  ``We at the LDP feel

that we wouldn't be able to produce anything at all, that all our work

would be futile, if it weren't for the SAG,'' says Matt Welsh, director

of LDP, Inc.

    The new version is still distributed freely, now even with a

copyright that allows modification.  ``More dough,'' explains the author.

Despite insistent rumors about blatant commercialization, the SAG will

probably remain free.  ``Even more dough,'' promises the author.

    The author refuses to comment on Windows NT and Windows 96

versions, claiming not to understand what the question is about.

Industry gossip, however, tells that Bill Gates, co-founder and CEO of

Microsoft, producer of the Windows series of video games, has visited

Helsinki several times this year.  Despite of this, Linus Torvalds,

author of the word processor Linux with which the SAG was written, is

not worried.  ``We'll have world domination real soon now, anyway,'' he

explains, ``for 1.4 at the lastest.''

    ...

        -- Lars Wirzenius <wirzeniu@cs.helsinki.fi>

           [comp.os.linux.announce]

Fortune Cookie

Show me a good loser in professional sports and I'll show you an idiot.

Show me a good sportsman and I'll show you a player I'm looking to trade.

        -- Leo Durocher

Fortune Cookie

I would rather say that a desire to drive fast sports cars is what sets

man apart from the animals.

Fortune Cookie

I always turn to the sports pages first, which record people's accomplishments.

The front page has nothing but man's failures.

        -- Chief Justice Earl Warren

Fortune Cookie

Mankind's yearning to engage in sports is older than recorded history,

dating back to the time millions of years ago, when the first primitive man

picked up a crude club and a round rock, tossed the rock into the air, and

whomped the club into the sloping forehead of the first primitive umpire.

What inner force drove this first athlete?  Your guess is as good as

mine.  Better, probably, because you haven't had four beers.

        -- Dave Barry, "Sports is a Drag"

Fortune Cookie

One man practicing sportsmanship is far better than fifty preaching it.

Knute Rockne (born 4 March 1888

The lads came gayly back and went at their sports again with a will, chattering all the time about Tom's stupendous plan and admiring the genius of it. After a dainty egg and fish dinner, Tom said he wanted to learn to smoke, now. Joe caught at the idea and said he would like to try, too. So Huck made pipes and filled them. These novices had never smoked anything before but cigars made of grapevine, and they "bit" the tongue, and were not considered manly anyway.

Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)     The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

Thus they conferr'd. Meantime the suitors hurl'd The quoit and lance on the smooth area spread Before Ulysses' gate, the custom'd scene Of their contentions, sports, and clamours rude. But when the hour of supper now approach'd, And from the pastures on all sides the sheep Came with their wonted drivers, Medon then (For he of all the heralds pleas'd them most, And waited at the board) them thus address'd.

BOOK XVII     The Odyssey, by Homer

To whom Ulysses, frowning dark, replied. Thou hast ill spoken, sir, and like a man Regardless whom he wrongs. Therefore the Gods Give not endowments graceful in each kind, Of body, mind, and utt'rance, all to one. This man in figure less excels, yet Jove Crowns him with eloquence; his hearers charm'd Behold him, while with modest confidence He bears the prize of fluent speech from all, And in the streets is gazed on as a God! Another, in his form the Pow'rs above Resembles, but no grace around his words Twines itself elegant. So, thou in form Hast excellence to boast; a God, employ'd To make a master-piece in human shape, Could but produce proportions such as thine; Yet hast thou an untutor'd intellect. Thou much hast moved me; thy unhandsome phrase Hath roused my wrath; I am not, as thou say'st, A novice in these sports, but took the lead In all, while youth and strength were on my side. But I am now in bands of sorrow held, And of misfortune, having much endured In war, and buffeting the boist'rous waves. Yet, though with mis'ry worn, I will essay My strength among you; for thy words had teeth Whose bite hath pinch'd and pain'd me to the proof.

BOOK VIII     The Odyssey, by Homer

But when Elizabeth told of his silence, it did not seem very likely, even to Charlotte's wishes, to be the case; and after various conjectures, they could at last only suppose his visit to proceed from the difficulty of finding anything to do, which was the more probable from the time of year. All field sports were over. Within doors there was Lady Catherine, books, and a billiard-table, but gentlemen cannot always be within doors; and in the nearness of the Parsonage, or the pleasantness of the walk to it, or of the people who lived in it, the two cousins found a temptation from this period of walking thither almost every day. They called at various times of the morning, sometimes separately, sometimes together, and now and then accompanied by their aunt. It was plain to them all that Colonel Fitzwilliam came because he had pleasure in their society, a persuasion which of course recommended him still more; and Elizabeth was reminded by her own satisfaction in being with him, as well as by his evident admiration of her, of her former favourite George Wickham; and though, in comparing them, she saw there was less captivating softness in Colonel Fitzwilliam's manners, she believed he might have the best informed mind.

Jane Austen     Pride and Prejudice

"Freely depicted in his own vocation, gentlemen, the Canaller would make a fine dramatic hero, so abundantly and picturesquely wicked is he. Like Mark Antony, for days and days along his green-turfed, flowery Nile, he indolently floats, openly toying with his red-cheeked Cleopatra, ripening his apricot thigh upon the sunny deck. But ashore, all this effeminacy is dashed. The brigandish guise which the Canaller so proudly sports; his slouched and gaily-ribboned hat betoken his grand features. A terror to the smiling innocence of the villages through which he floats; his swart visage and bold swagger are not unshunned in cities. Once a vagabond on his own canal, I have received good turns from one of these Canallers; I thank him heartily; would fain be not ungrateful; but it is often one of the prime redeeming qualities of your man of violence, that at times he has as stiff an arm to back a poor stranger in a strait, as to plunder a wealthy one. In sum, gentlemen, what the wildness of this canal life is, is emphatically evinced by this; that our wild whale-fishery contains so many of its most finished graduates, and that scarce any race of mankind, except Sydney men, are so much distrusted by our whaling captains. Nor does it at all diminish the curiousness of this matter, that to many thousands of our rural boys and young men born along its line, the probationary life of the Grand Canal furnishes the sole transition between quietly reaping in a Christian corn-field, and recklessly ploughing the waters of the most barbaric seas.

Herman Melville     Moby Dick; or The Whale

~Pedant.~--As pedantry is an ostentatious obtrusion of knowledge, in which those who hear us cannot sympathize, it is a fault of which soldiers, sailors, sportsmen, gamesters, cultivators, and all men engaged in a particular occupation, are quite as guilty as scholars; but they have the good fortune to have the vice only of pedantry, while scholars have both the vice and the name for it too.--_S. Smith._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

And now, borne seaward from the river-stream Of the Oceanus, we plow'd again The spacious Deep, and reach'd th' Ææan isle, Where, daughter of the dawn, Aurora takes Her choral sports, and whence the sun ascends. We, there arriving, thrust our bark aground On the smooth beach, then landed, and on shore Reposed, expectant of the sacred dawn. But soon as day-spring's daughter rosy-palm'd Look'd forth again, sending my friends before, I bade them bring Elpenor's body down From the abode of Circe to the beach. Then, on the utmost headland of the coast We timber fell'd, and, sorrowing o'er the dead, His fun'ral rites water'd with tears profuse. The dead consumed, and with the dead his arms, We heap'd his tomb, and the sepulchral post Erecting, fix'd his shapely oar aloft.

BOOK XII     The Odyssey, by Homer

What Tully says of war may be applied to disputing,--it should be always so managed as to remember that the only true end of it is peace: but generally true disputants are like true sportsmen,--their whole delight is in the pursuit; and a disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.--_Pope._

Maturin M. Ballou     Pearls of Thought

"Twice-conquer'd cowards, now your shame is shown- Coop'd up a second time within your town! Who dare not issue forth in open field, But hold your walls before you for a shield. Thus threat you war? thus our alliance force? What gods, what madness, hether steer'd your course? You shall not find the sons of Atreus here, Nor need the frauds of sly Ulysses fear. Strong from the cradle, of a sturdy brood, We bear our newborn infants to the flood; There bath'd amid the stream, our boys we hold, With winter harden'd, and inur'd to cold. They wake before the day to range the wood, Kill ere they eat, nor taste unconquer'd food. No sports, but what belong to war, they know: To break the stubborn colt, to bend the bow. Our youth, of labor patient, earn their bread; Hardly they work, with frugal diet fed. From plows and harrows sent to seek renown, They fight in fields, and storm the shaken town. No part of life from toils of war is free, No change in age, or diff'rence in degree. We plow and till in arms; our oxen feel, Instead of goads, the spur and pointed steel; Th' inverted lance makes furrows in the plain. Ev'n time, that changes all, yet changes us in vain: The body, not the mind; nor can control Th' immortal vigor, or abate the soul. Our helms defend the young, disguise the gray: We live by plunder, and delight in prey. Your vests embroider'd with rich purple shine; In sloth you glory, and in dances join. Your vests have sweeping sleeves; with female pride Your turbants underneath your chins are tied. Go, Phrygians, to your Dindymus again! Go, less than women, in the shapes of men! Go, mix'd with eunuchs, in the Mother's rites, Where with unequal sound the flute invites; Sing, dance, and howl, by turns, in Ida's shade: Resign the war to men, who know the martial trade!"

Virgil     The Aeneid

She said: and thro' the gloomy shades they pass'd, And chose the middle path. Arriv'd at last, The prince with living water sprinkled o'er His limbs and body; then approach'd the door, Possess'd the porch, and on the front above He fix'd the fatal bough requir'd by Pluto's love. These holy rites perform'd, they took their way Where long extended plains of pleasure lay: The verdant fields with those of heav'n may vie, With ether vested, and a purple sky; The blissful seats of happy souls below. Stars of their own, and their own suns, they know; Their airy limbs in sports they exercise, And on the green contend the wrestler's prize. Some in heroic verse divinely sing; Others in artful measures led the ring. The Thracian bard, surrounded by the rest, There stands conspicuous in his flowing vest; His flying fingers, and harmonious quill, Strikes sev'n distinguish'd notes, and sev'n at once they fill. Here found they Teucer's old heroic race, Born better times and happier years to grace. Assaracus and Ilus here enjoy Perpetual fame, with him who founded Troy. The chief beheld their chariots from afar, Their shining arms, and coursers train'd to war: Their lances fix'd in earth, their steeds around, Free from their harness, graze the flow'ry ground. The love of horses which they had, alive, And care of chariots, after death survive. Some cheerful souls were feasting on the plain; Some did the song, and some the choir maintain, Beneath a laurel shade, where mighty Po Mounts up to woods above, and hides his head below. Here patriots live, who, for their country's good, In fighting fields, were prodigal of blood: Priests of unblemish'd lives here make abode, And poets worthy their inspiring god; And searching wits, of more mechanic parts, Who grac'd their age with new-invented arts: Those who to worth their bounty did extend, And those who knew that bounty to commend. The heads of these with holy fillets bound, And all their temples were with garlands crown'd.

Virgil     The Aeneid

"Yes, one day perhaps the leading intellects of Russia and of Europe will study the psychology of Russian crime, for the subject is worth it. But this study will come later, at leisure, when all the tragic topsy-turvydom of to-day is farther behind us, so that it's possible to examine it with more insight and more impartiality than I can do. Now we are either horrified or pretend to be horrified, though we really gloat over the spectacle, and love strong and eccentric sensations which tickle our cynical, pampered idleness. Or, like little children, we brush the dreadful ghosts away and hide our heads in the pillow so as to return to our sports and merriment as soon as they have vanished. But we must one day begin life in sober earnest, we must look at ourselves as a society; it's time we tried to grasp something of our social position, or at least to make a beginning in that direction.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky     The Brothers Karamazov

"My dear children," pursued the black marble clergyman, with pathos, "this is a sad, a melancholy occasion; for it becomes my duty to warn you, that this girl, who might be one of God's own lambs, is a little castaway: not a member of the true flock, but evidently an interloper and an alien. You must be on your guard against her; you must shun her example; if necessary, avoid her company, exclude her from your sports, and shut her out from your converse. Teachers, you must watch her: keep your eyes on her movements, weigh well her words, scrutinise her actions, punish her body to save her soul: if, indeed, such salvation be possible, for (my tongue falters while I tell it) this girl, this child, the native of a Christian land, worse than many a little heathen who says its prayers to Brahma and kneels before Juggernaut--this girl is--a liar!"

Charlotte Bronte     Jane Eyre

BUT there was no hilarity in the little town that same tranquil Saturday afternoon. The Harpers, and Aunt Polly's family, were being put into mourning, with great grief and many tears. An unusual quiet possessed the village, although it was ordinarily quiet enough, in all conscience. The villagers conducted their concerns with an absent air, and talked little; but they sighed often. The Saturday holiday seemed a burden to the children. They had no heart in their sports, and gradually gave them up.

Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)     The Adventures of Tom Sawyer

Thus far the sacred sports they celebrate: But Fortune soon resum'd her ancient hate; For, while they pay the dead his annual dues, Those envied rites Saturnian Juno views; And sends the goddess of the various bow, To try new methods of revenge below; Supplies the winds to wing her airy way, Where in the port secure the navy lay. Swiftly fair Iris down her arch descends, And, undiscern'd, her fatal voyage ends. She saw the gath'ring crowd; and, gliding thence, The desart shore, and fleet without defense. The Trojan matrons, on the sands alone, With sighs and tears Anchises' death bemoan; Then, turning to the sea their weeping eyes, Their pity to themselves renews their cries. "Alas!" said one, "what oceans yet remain For us to sail! what labors to sustain!" All take the word, and, with a gen'ral groan, Implore the gods for peace, and places of their own.

Virgil     The Aeneid

"Besides, it is no reason because you have not seen an execution at Paris, that you should not see one anywhere else; when you travel, it is to see everything. Think what a figure you will make when you are asked, 'How do they execute at Rome?' and you reply, 'I do not know'! And, besides, they say that the culprit is an infamous scoundrel, who killed with a log of wood a worthy canon who had brought him up like his own son. Diable, when a churchman is killed, it should be with a different weapon than a log, especially when he has behaved like a father. If you went to Spain, would you not see the bull-fight? Well, suppose it is a bull-fight you are going to see? Recollect the ancient Romans of the Circus, and the sports where they killed three hundred lions and a hundred men. Think of the eighty thousand applauding spectators, the sage matrons who took their daughters, and the charming Vestals who made with the thumb of their white hands the fatal sign that said, 'Come, despatch the dying.'"

Alexandre Dumas, Pere     The Count of Monte Cristo

Mr. Cruncher did not assist at the closing sports, but had remained behind in the churchyard, to confer and condole with the undertakers. The place had a soothing influence on him. He procured a pipe from a neighbouring public-house, and smoked it, looking in at the railings and maturely considering the spot.

Charles Dickens     A Tale of Two Cities

The rosy morn was risen from the main, And horns and hounds awake the princely train: They issue early thro' the city gate, Where the more wakeful huntsmen ready wait, With nets, and toils, and darts, beside the force Of Spartan dogs, and swift Massylian horse. The Tyrian peers and officers of state For the slow queen in antechambers wait; Her lofty courser, in the court below, Who his majestic rider seems to know, Proud of his purple trappings, paws the ground, And champs the golden bit, and spreads the foam around. The queen at length appears; on either hand The brawny guards in martial order stand. A flow'r'd simar with golden fringe she wore, And at her back a golden quiver bore; Her flowing hair a golden caul restrains, A golden clasp the Tyrian robe sustains. Then young Ascanius, with a sprightly grace, Leads on the Trojan youth to view the chase. But far above the rest in beauty shines The great Aeneas, the troop he joins; Like fair Apollo, when he leaves the frost Of wint'ry Xanthus, and the Lycian coast, When to his native Delos he resorts, Ordains the dances, and renews the sports; Where painted Scythians, mix'd with Cretan bands, Before the joyful altars join their hands: Himself, on Cynthus walking, sees below The merry madness of the sacred show. Green wreaths of bays his length of hair inclose; A golden fillet binds his awful brows; His quiver sounds: not less the prince is seen In manly presence, or in lofty mien.

Virgil     The Aeneid

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