UTMC

Rock wrote:GG, a little early....but um i guess thanks.... I thought MH had all his baby pictures destroyed....

Rock wrote:GG, a little early....but um i guess thanks....

guitargeek wrote:

Rock wrote:GG, a little early....but um i guess thanks....

Oh, that's okay, Rock. I don't like you, either.

MoraleHazard wrote:Keep pushing big guy, reserve duty is going to be fun this weekend, esp. considering you're the Birthday Boy.

Jaeger wrote:Why do I sense Rocks' going to get to play British Cabin Boy for the weekend?

Just close your eyes and think of Baltimore, dude.

--Jaeger

But it was a beautiful piece of writing. The opening paragraph, however, in the light of later information, strikes me now as ominous. He began with the argument that we whites, from the point of development we had arrived at, `must necessarily appear to them [savages] in the nature of supernatural beings-- we approach them with the might of a deity,' and so on, and so on. `By the simple exercise of our will we can exert a power for good practically unbounded,' etc., etc. From that point he soared and took me with him. The peroration was magnificent, though difficult to remember, you know. It gave me the notion of an exotic Immensity ruled by an august Benevolence. It made me tingle with enthusiasm. This was the unbounded power of eloquence--of words--of burning noble words. There were no practical hints to interrupt the magic current of phrases, unless a kind of note at the foot of the last page, scrawled evidently much later, in an unsteady hand, may be regarded as the exposition of a method. It was very simple, and at the end of that moving appeal to every altruistic sentiment it blazed at you, luminous and terrifying, like a flash of lightning in a serene sky: `Exterminate all the brutes!'