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Sunday, 8 September 2019
'I Have No Gun, But I Can Spit'
'I Have No Gun, But I Can Spit’
Some thirty inches from my nose The frontier of my Person goes, And all the untilled air between Is private pagus or demesne. Stranger, unless with bedroom eyes I beckon you to fraternise, Beware of rudely crossing it: I have no gun, but I can spit.
~ W.H. Auden, from his poem 'Prologue: the Birth of Architecture' (1966)
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We welcome thoughtful disagreement.
But we do (ir)regularly moderate comments -- and we *will* delete any with insulting or abusive language. Or if they're just inane or off topic. It’s okay to disagree, but pretend you’re having a drink in the living room with the person you’re disagreeing with. This includes me.
PS: Have the honesty and courage to use your real name. That gives added weight to any opinion.