From: serget@cogs.sussex.ac.uk (Chiron)
Subject: The Passion Games
Organization: The Ohio State University; Department of Phyiscs
Date: Sun, 30 Aug 1992 19:23:34 GMT


A tale I scribbled over a year ago, a few hours after asking a few idiotic 
questions to an innocent tree. Usenet was a Bohemian village to me at that 
time. If I remember well, it was the first peeve I ever wrote down.

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Once upon a time there was a poor and small country that had a national poet.
The kind of people like Sakespeare, de la Fontaine or Geothe. But smaller.
In his book the hero was a fox. No Robin Hood. The story goes about how he 
managed to survive in the animal world. Among other things, it could also be
looked upon as a sweet-sour satire on the society of the country. Therefore
most of its inhabitants had serious problems to absorb it and, as they could 
not feel easy about it, gradually managed to declare it a story for children. 
(no, it's not Swift.)

Fortunately there were some who did absorb, and that is how the country ended 
up learning that it got a national poet. Also it was not bad for the kids. And
who knows, maybe that this was the reason why the country survived in a very 
stormy neighbourhood, and under a milder climate eventually became richer.

Once upon a time there was a rich and large (very large) country where there
was an old tradition of hunting foxes. Not for food, but for some mysterious
moral reasons. Maybe that this is one of the reasons why people suddenly 
started to speak very loudly about their morals and thus gradually found out 
that they had slightly different morals. 

By then problems started. People wanted to decide the matter, as nobody 
understood how it was possible that somebody else could not agree with his 
morals. So they started arguing about morality and by the way differences in 
morals got larger and larger. People ended up quarreling. Gradually this
requested so much time and energy, that people had left little of them for
managing their large and complicated country. 

And the country got smaller and smaller, eventually starting to become poorer.

So goes the tale, and if its inhabitants have not stopped hunting foxes since,
they are still quarreling about who is right and wrong today.

As this is a tale, all ressemblance with existing foxes, persons or countries
is pure coincidence, and no responsiblity is taken for any such claims.
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ObAntiPeeve: Somebody is going to have at least a closer look at his sig.
Actually I intended to post it somewhat later. Just love it when everything 
works according to plan.

Ps. And to hell with those who don't believe it. The only changes I made since
I posted it to the junk mailing alias (Where else?) here at Sussex are of
grammatical nature, and I reintroduced the most barbaric ones a few minutes
ago. I'll end up believing that Austrian.

--
The third option is to declare open the `Quinzaine de la Passion' on 
alt.peeves. Which is hereby done. Flames are tolerated, peeves are welcome. 

Heh.

Silence will be considered as admiration. Na.