THE BELT IS OURS!

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  • BehemothBehemoth
    edited March 2008
    I wanna play the Miller's wife.
  • illithid235illithid235
    edited March 2008
    OMG you tard. It's the tale TOLD by the Miller, not the tale ABOUT the Miller! Don't you know anything?
  • Professor MacJakeProfessor MacJake
    edited March 2008
    Adam should be the Pardoner.

    EDIT: Puck?! Fuck that shit. I'm Oberon.
  • NukivajNukivaj
    edited March 2008
    Then, I want to be Puck.

    (Jakey, shouldn't we call Elliott?)
  • brucebruce
    edited March 2008
    illithid235 wrote: »
    OMG you tard. It's the tale TOLD by the Miller, not the tale ABOUT the Miller! Don't you know anything?

    Maybe he was referring to The Reeve's Tale...
  • HamelinHamelin
    edited March 2008
    Night Lord wrote: »
    and Beowulf.
    I call this.
  • brucebruce
    edited March 2008
    Hwæt!
  • ReallyCleanSocksReallyCleanSocks
    edited March 2008
    Serephel wrote: »
    ...so it begins, RCS. So it begins.

    <3?
  • brucebruce
    edited March 2008
    Less-than-three indeed...
  • KhanFusionKhanFusion
    edited March 2008
    Why must you people always somehow manage to link English literature to Gay Sex and Food?
  • BehemothBehemoth
    edited March 2008
    Night Lord wrote: »
    illithid235 wrote: »
    OMG you tard. It's the tale TOLD by the Miller, not the tale ABOUT the Miller! Don't you know anything?

    Maybe he was referring to The Reeve's Tale...

    THE ONE WITH THE POKER IN THE ASS SCENE!
  • AgentcelAgentcel
    edited March 2008
    :D
  • brucebruce
    edited March 2008
    That is the miller's tale. However the miller's wife doesn't feature. He does mention her in the prologue though.

    But anyway,

    Hwæt! Lǣtan ūs eal ācweþan eald Englisc!
  • stefstef
    edited March 2008
    (Hottest thread evar.)
  • brucebruce
    edited March 2008
    It's the magic touch of dead languages...
  • AgentcelAgentcel
    edited March 2008
    Boo-yah!

    EDIT: Dammit Bruce, come on!

    EDIT2: Only lasted 3 minutes...

    Epic phail
  • BehemothBehemoth
    edited March 2008
    Night Lord wrote: »
    That is the miller's tale. However the miller's wife doesn't feature. He does mention her in the prologue though.

    But anyway,

    Hwæt! Lǣtan ūs eal ācweþan eald Englisc!

    DAMMIT! Then who is the old man and his wife in that story?
  • NukivajNukivaj
    edited March 2008
    Do you have to be a zombie to be fluent in dead languages?
  • illithid235illithid235
    edited March 2008
    Just fictional characters the Miller made up. The wife hight Alyson.

    And I would think being a zombie would hurt you... even if you were alive when the dead languages were alive, once the language center of your brain starts decomposing, you're pretty much hosed.
  • HamelinHamelin
    edited March 2008
    That's why you gotta be a vampire instead. Then, at least all you have to do is dress all goth and not go outside during the day.

    You know, how things pretty much are for you right now.
  • illithid235illithid235
    edited March 2008
    Are you talking to me or him?
  • HamelinHamelin
    edited March 2008
    Yes.
  • illithid235illithid235
    edited March 2008
    Hey, I don't dress goth...anymore. Usually.

    I still avoid the sun, though.
  • KhanFusionKhanFusion
    edited March 2008
    I'd rather be one of those college kids who gets to bang the Miller(from the story)'s wife and daughter.
  • kukopankikukopanki
    edited March 2008
    this thead is completely crazy and lacking sense. i love it.
  • SerephelSerephel
    edited March 2008
    Jupiter!
  • illithid235illithid235
    edited March 2008
    Blue goose, mi amor....
    James Joyce wrote:
    Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: colored signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies. Then he was aware of them, sure. Go easy. Bald he was and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Limit of the diaphane in. Why in? Diaphane, adiaphane. If you can put your five fingers through it, it is a gate, if not a door. Shut your eyes and see.
  • ReallyCleanSocksReallyCleanSocks
    edited March 2008
    Somebody got into my stash of English Literature. I demand an answer!
  • brucebruce
    edited March 2008
    Bah, if you want confusion with Joyce, Andrew, look no further than:
    Yes because he never did a thing like that before as ask to get his
    breakfast in bed with a couple of eggs since the CITY ARMS hotel when he
    used to be pretending to be laid up with a sick voice doing his highness
    to make himself interesting for that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he
    thought he had a great leg of and she never left us a farthing all for
    masses for herself and her soul greatest miser ever was actually afraid
    to lay out 4d for her methylated spirit telling me all her ailments she
    had too much old chat in her about politics and earthquakes and the end
    of the world let us have a bit of fun first God help the world if all the
    women were her sort down on bathingsuits and lownecks of course nobody
    wanted her to wear them I suppose she was pious because no man would look at her twice
  • illithid235illithid235
    edited March 2008
    Joyce is just very very strange in general. What is your clip from?

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