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the diary of a learner
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24 Aug 2006 Thu 07:43 pm |
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My dear Monsieur de Bergerac,
I am disconsolate that you have resorted to such an oft used offensive expletive. The English language has a rich source of adjectives, all of which are at your disposal sir. I beseach you, do not flounder in your quest for words!
Used sparingly, expletives may add a vehemence to emotion - a verbal exclamation mark, if you will. Used habitually, they show a distinct lack of vocabulary and heedlessness Monsieur!
I am,
Your woebegon classmate,
SineNomine Fortis
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24 Aug 2006 Thu 10:37 pm |
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Dear Words,
Do you think and/or believe that one day I myself too will be able to use you the way my dear Madam Nomine does?
Yours,
Cyrano
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24 Aug 2006 Thu 10:57 pm |
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Dear Cyrano!
I envy you...I wish that one day I would be able to speak turkish just half the way you speak english...then I would be more than happy! ...but don´t forget...I whip twice as hard! 
your whipholding lioness
C
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24 Aug 2006 Thu 11:41 pm |
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Dear Cyrano,
I have enjoyed this discourse- very much. The diatribe between you and your colleagues has been most entertaining. I stand with you.
I commend you on your firm stand -
cheers,
Christine
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26 Aug 2006 Sat 12:35 am |
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Dear Words,
Tonight let's do nothing but listen carefully to Nietzsche.
Quoting Nietzsche:
Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman- a rope over an abyss.
A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting.
What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal: what is lovable in man is that he is an over-going and a down-going.
I love those that know not how to live except as down-goers, for they are the over-goers.
I love the great despisers, because they are the great adorers, and arrows of longing for the other shore.
I love those who do not first seek a reason beyond the stars for going down and being sacrifices, but sacrifice themselves to the earth, that the earth may become the Superman's.
I love him who lives in order to know, and seeks to know in order that the Superman may hereafter live. Thus he seeks his own down-going.
I love him who labors and invents, that he may build the house for the Superman, and prepare for him earth, animal, and plant: for thus he seeks his own down-going.
I love him who loves his virtue: for virtue is the will to down-going, and an arrow of longing.
I love him who reserves no share of spirit for himself, but wants to be wholly the spirit of his virtue: thus he walks as spirit over the bridge.
I love him who makes his virtue his inclination and destiny: thus, for the sake of his virtue, he is willing to live on, or live no more.
I love him who desires not too many virtues. One virtue is more of a virtue than two, because it is more of a knot for one's destiny to cling to.
I love him whose soul is lavish, who wants no thanks and does not give back: for he always gives, and desires not to keep for himself.
I love him who is ashamed when the dice fall in his favor, and who then asks: 'Am I a cheat?'- for he wants to perish.
I love him who scatters golden words in advance of his deeds, and always does more than he promises: for he seeks his own down-going.
I love him who justifies the future ones, and redeems the past ones: for he is willing to perish through the present ones.
I love him who chastens his God, because he loves his God: for he must perish through the wrath of his God.
I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may perish through a small matter: thus he goes willingly over the bridge.
I love him whose soul is so overfull that he forgets himself, and all things are in him: thus all things become his down-going.
I love him who is of a free spirit and a free heart: thus is his head only the bowels of his heart; his heart, however, causes his down-going.
I love all who are like heavy drops falling one by one out of the dark cloud that lowers over man: they herald the coming of the lightning, and perish as heralds.
Lo, I am a herald of the lightning, and a heavy drop out of the cloud: the lightning, however, is Superman!
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Yours,
Cyrano
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26 Aug 2006 Sat 01:30 am |
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Merhaba: Cypriano you did very good with words for looking and seeing. i di not like the use of fuck... It seems to be its not your style. I find you very literate.
Afedersiniz if I offend you, I think you just wanted to answer Rick about what he wrote.
Ozur dilerim for not writting as correct as you, my native language its spanish. I decided to learn turkish a month ago, after being in Turkish for my second time.
Please keep the good work in english and please try the same in turtkish.
güle güle
arkadasin
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26 Aug 2006 Sat 02:01 am |
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Dear Ederim,
Thank you very much for your kind reply. Please let me utter that I have found sincerety and kindness in your words. I am really so happy to read them and so grateful to you.
If there is anything about Turkish that you think I can help you, please let me know, I would be more than happy to help you with my Turkish.
Again, thank you very much.
Greetings.
Your friend,
Cyrano
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| 17. |
28 Aug 2006 Mon 09:46 pm |
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the song of every day, the story of a day
08:00 I will start re-studying English today.
10:00 I will start re-studying English after I drink my tea.
12:30 I will really start re-studying English later.
15:00 I will surely start re-studying English very soon.
18:30 Belive or not, I will re-studying English in an hour.
21:00 I will no doubt start re-studying English after smoking this cigarette.
23:00 I know myself well. I will start re-studying English before I go to bed.
24:00 It is too late. I will start re-studying English in the tomorrow morning.
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| 18. |
29 Aug 2006 Tue 01:20 pm |
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Oooooo Cyrano! I had one more twinny and I had no idea about it 
Exactly like my diary, when it comes to studying Turkish and ironing 
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| 19. |
29 Aug 2006 Tue 01:24 pm |
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Quoting sophie: Oooooo Cyrano! I had one more twinny and I had no idea about it
Exactly like my diary, when it comes to studying Turkish and ironing |
+1
Cyrano, it's like you told the story of my life..
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| 20. |
29 Aug 2006 Tue 05:32 pm |
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Sophie and Elisa- you consoled me with your posts. It is nice to know I am not the only one in this world who is lazy.
Elisa-have you thought of writting the novel of your life? I think you must. I can see by now the headlines on newspapers and magazines- "A new Goncharov arises!", "Oblomov of our time:Elisa", "Elisa-the whole story of humankind."
-May Oblomov's ears burn!-
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