"SOCRATES (loftily): Mortal, what do you want with me?STREPSIADES: First, what are you doing up there? Tell me, I beseech you.
SOCRATES (Pompously): I am traversing the air and contemplating the sun."
- Aristophanes, The Clouds
I’m traversing the air to NYC where I might join in the demonstration and get my protest on. Then, I’m off to Detroit where I will contemplate nothing more complex than a good book and some good coffee, and maybe a political demonstration about local school board politics.
Then, I’ll traverse the air back to California and contemplate sewing with a twin needle. Neither pompous nor lofty. Just fun.
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In the good-bye litany of "See ya later, alligator," "After a while, crocodile," and "See ya soon, baboon," I had forgotten "Ten-four, Eleanor." Are there others for my repertoire?
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