During dinner Frank was being absolutely hilarious. I will record here very roughly what happened:
My first remark was on the fact that he called his Cranberry Juice, which he had just been asking for, was yucky. That was understandable however when you take into account that this was after he had been told he had to drink his juice before he got shake.
Me: You're silly
Frank: oo silly ( you're silly)
Me: You're cute
Frank: oo tute (you're cute)
Dad: You're brilliant
(Frank is silent)
Me: You're smart
Frank: oo tute
(enormous laughter from everyone)
Mom: Does Ria have a hat?
Frank: Right!
Mom: Does mommy have a hat?
Frank: No!
Mom: Does daddy have a hat?
Frank: No!
Mom: Does Gus have a head?
Frank: No!
(more enormous amounts of laughter from everyone)
Over the course of the rest of dinnertime we got him to say that several other people didn't have heads, and that Charlotte (our dog) doesn't have a brain, with which I quite agree. (:
Note: for more Frank Funnies see Frankly Speaking at Studeo.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Dinner Dialogue
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Frank must have been reading Chesterton's Orthodoxy, which is applicable here. You may also note a cross-reference to the discussion on Studeo about calling for his sword!
A man cannot think himself out of mental evil; for it is actually the organ of thought that has become diseased, ungovernable, and, as it were, independent. He can only be saved by will or faith. The moment his mere reason moves, it moves in the old circular rut; he will go round and round his logical circle, just as a man in a third-class carriage on the Inner Circle [a circular route on the London Underground] will go round and round the Inner Circle unless he performs the voluntary, vigorous, and mystical act of getting out at Gower Street. Decision is the whole business here; a door must be shut for ever. Every remedy is a desperate remedy. Every cure is a miraculous cure. Curing a madman is not arguing with a philosopher; it is casting out a devil. ... the man must stop thinking, if he is to go on living. Their counsel is one of intellectual mputation. If thy head offend thee, cut it off; for it is better, not merely to enter the Kingdom of Heaven as a child, but to enter it as an imbecile, rather than with your whole intellect to be cast into hell - or into Hanwell.[see Mt 5:30, 18:8]
[GKC, Orthodoxy CW1:224. Emphasis added - cf. Nancy's discussion on what the "Sorting Hat" tells Harry why he's not in Slytherin!]
Just to clarify: Hanwell is a lunatic asylum near London; GKC talks about it in several other places.
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