God bless you and keep you from harm, this day and forever.
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remember this?
The Fiddler of Dooney
WHEN I play on my fiddle in Dooney,
Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,
My brother in Moharabuiee.
I passed my brother and cousin:
They read in their books of prayer;
I read in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair.
When we come at the end of time,
To Peter sitting in state,
He will smile on the three old spirits,
But call me first through the gate;
For the good are always the merry,
Save by an evil chance,
And the merry love the fiddle
And the merry love to dance:
And when the folk there spy me,
They will all come up to me,
With ‘Here is the fiddler of Dooney!’
And dance like a wave of the sea.
The Road to the Isles
>Northern Orthodox Canasta player
excellent point. collective descriptions in general are worthless appeals to doubtful assumptions about group traits..
The variation between individual members is always vastly greater than the supposed shared characteristics of the group.
Mathematicians have found uses for the concept of categories but these are formal procedural systems almost never used in polemics.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category_theory
notable
California/Los Angeles: Department of Water and Power (DWP) exec convicted in 30 million dollar bid rigging/bribery case.