Gentlemen,First of all let me express my delight with the great success of our most recent council meeting. The MOP is officially 1 year old, hummmmmmm.Brother McPageturner out did himself, and proceeded over one of the most thoughtful, challenging, and knowledgeable meetings the MOP has had to date. The drink and cigars were simply sublime.
Of course we all know the most important part of the 'Parallel Worlds' meeting, was the introduction of our new member, Brother [TBD]. I think we can all agree that he did a fine job of contributing to the discussion.
He also provided the group with the title of our next parchment, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. A fine choice indeed. I have already purchased my copy and am eagerly anticipating the story that lies between it's covers. So, Go forth ye seekers of the written word, with thou codpiece in hand!
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Well said Brother Lloyd! I think we may all have a new and richer perspective on the world around us, one that the coxcomb cannot know. And perhaps more sadly, does not know he is missing.
As for the new parchment, it graced my mailbox just yesterday. I could barely contain my excitement as I raced upstairs to sit on my porcelain throne and divulge in what promises to be a life altering masterpiece of literary genius! A crap never felt so good! Haha, but seriously, good work brother Pundit. I look forward to further blogs and discussion with you all.
Go in peace and parchment,
Master Lieb Schmear
Master Schmear,
I am thrilled to learn how much you enjoy the double-header that is the 'crap-read'. I too love this recreational activity.
I am just finished chapter 4 of the current parchment, and my brain is like a sponge thirsty for a good story.
Go forward men,
Lord Lloyd de Papel
I just thought I'd share what a friend of mine from Wilkes said about "Lolita." She's a great writer and really nice woman who, for some reason, thinks I'm a really good writer and a nice guy. Anyway, we always talk about what we're reading and I tell her what our book club is up to. I only, of course, tell her the book, none of the secrets are revealed. Here's what she said:
"I'm anxious to hear what you think of "Lolita" -- it is one of my favorite books. The writing, Nabokov's word choices, are amazing especially considering he wrote it in English. Good for your father in choosing it!"
I got chills, their multiplying, and I'm losing control.
This is how I feel about Lolita.
Didn't know you were into nymphets Lord Papel! Ha, just messin' with ya.
Apparently that would make me a nympholept! One who has come under the spell of a nymphet!
Praise the Lord, i think i'm on the MOP Blog??
I am just starting to read Lolita. My wench finds the book selection disgusting which sadly only serves to distinguish the literary promontory from which our enlightenment cast no shadows for other to see.
Welcome aboard! May you basque in the vast knowledge to which these electronic pages possess.
I don't know if you read my other post in the Michio blog, but I wanted to mention that the classmate I most respected at Wilkes (and had a not-so-secret crush on (she is about 45, married with a college-aged son, but I just had a thing)) said Lolita is her favorite book of all time. This is coming from a woman who reads, like, a book a month or week or whatever. I thought that was endorsement enough, especially from a female. Anyway, I'm still waiting for my copy. I have thusfar failed in my attempt to secure one. I plan to put on some Tchaikovsky and delve right in...
Welcome abroad Sir Pompous - it's great to see you on the MOP blog.
Rhode Island or bust boyssssssss!
Just want to chime in and say that it was an excellent council on Saturday, and really the whole weekend was one to remember. Years from now, when our MOP is franchised, and passersby notice you have the look of an MOP member, and give you that telling nod, we'll reflect back to when we were the mere nymphets of the voluptuous women we were to become. (Sorry, wanted to tie Nabokov into the analogy). I see this past weekend as a call to action of the MOP to create our bylaws and other documents, collect more items, gain more wisdom, and offend more wenches. If we all do our part, this organization will grow, much like the five-limbed Starfish that Brother Pompus laid before us. Truly, it is an honor to convene with you chaps, and as long as we give this manly council its due, it shall thrive.
I too would like to extend my heartfelt gratitude to all members for this weekend's wonderful council meeting.
In particular I want to thank Master Schmear for the first rate accommodation, and to Sir de la Pundit for choosing such a delightful read, and also for providing the fine cigars and martinis.
I am certain that the MOP will continue to thrive and grow as we let it suckle from our collective breast.
To spend the weekend in the company of such fine young men, spotlighting the serpent that slithers within the canyons of our mind, is a luxury that even outstrips the beauty of Jill Morgan...for me anyway. These precious moments of our MOP discussions acknowledge the lofty heights of our thoughts. This weekend i bore witness to a phylosophical striptease with very bright stars. I believe the MOP dialogues equip us with a wide angle intellectual lens to capture the girth of human nature like viewing a ballgame from a skybox. Understandably the MOP is reserved for those few with the courage to disrobe self-imposed convictions and bare it all. For the TRUTH we seek is buried like pirates treasure. The map of discovery lies within us waiting to be revealed in a poymer-like process where few dare to venture.
Uhh, I thought it was good too guys
You can definitely tell that Sir Pompous has recently read Sir Vladamir...geesh I need a thesaurus!
Master Lieb - any progress on the next parchment?
It was fun to try to write loke th egreat oone. It really is hard and makes me even more in awe of old Vlaudie. I could use some comic relief after that. Looking forward to your pic Master Leib.
Woops i signed in under Wanda's name.
Wow, for a second I thought our secret council was breached by a wench! Good save.
Me too! For one split second there I thought I was going to have to push the BIG RED button...you know the one that deletes this blog from existence, and books each MOP member a one-way flight to Siberia to lay low for a few years while things settle down again. Phew!
I thirst for new parchment!
Why am I not reading parchment right now!
I too yearn for parchment. Currently I must read parchment that was selected by me for myself. That parchment which is selected by others for ones self is much sweeter indeed.
I too Master Lieb look forward to your parchment selection to sooth the parched-like passage of time from our last read to chill my craving.
I forget what it's like to read words.
My memory, too, is beginning to fade when it comes to the fresh, woody scent of a new bound parchment, or the glorious sight of new cover art with a famous, or soon-to-be famous author, or the subtle sound of the first turned page, or the dry taste that lingers as you wait in anticipation of the first chapter, or the grainy feel of newly printed cardstock and paper on your fingertips. Maybe the choice for his book will come to him as he treks westward this week. One can only hope.
That last post was pure parchment pornography, yet tasteful and respectful to the parchment. You have sufficiently thrown and ache into our literary loins that can only be soothed by the ravenous release of allegory, hyperbole, juxtaposition, and other weapons in the literary arsenal that accompany a desirous parchment such as the one we pine for.
One could opine...that the literary eloquence of recent comments would serve as an intellectual oasis, of sorts, ginving respite to a wondering mind searching for unknown thoughts and enhanced kinship, as i am left but to reminisce reads gone by. But oh contraire my fellow cockscomb. The writings on the wall, as it were, create an itch that i cannot scratch.
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