
http://www.theatlantic.com/science/archive/2016/04/the-illusion-of-reality/479559/

English style my way:make it coloured if you can.Wear a hat if bald.Wash your trousers as often as is sensible.Wash your own!It’s easy
Wash your clothes a lot but don’t iron them
Go out in only a T shirt and jeans in winter.
Old grey anoraks look good on most people,or so they think
Wear skirts that show your thighs off or leggings that show everything else off or both or nothing
Do wear crop tops and low rise jeans especially when 9 months pregnant.
Jeans with rips are perfect for old ladies.
Wear thick padded coats in the summer.
Never wear a summer dress especially if you are a man
Never wear petticoats and other lingerie.Just pants and top or vest
Wear a T shirt saying:Anti-Semitic, moi? while touring Oxford looking for pubs
Wear a T shirt saying :Belgians, go back to Congo.
Wear a T shirt saying :I feel Rubbish
Wear a T shirt that says :I luv money
Wear a T shirt that says: Educated in Burton, can’t spell
Make sure your hair is exposed— both head and pubic.
I don’t understand either but they keep saying,where are you from?
I say,here,But somehow they don’t believe me.
Kindly do not sleep through the infinitesmal numbers.I am tired of them too.So many
Statistics is compulsive for Economists
Algebraic geometry is essential to humane strife.
Topology is useful in knitting and becoming a mathematician
Irony is lost on mathematicians in general
Think of a letter and double it.Algebra.
Do not bet on the length of my lectures as I can do three in 40 minutes but the managers don’t like it.No,they can’t follow me.
I will give hectoring notes if asked politely
Pies are not square in general.
Pi is a number.It’s Greek .And not on my keyboard.
A square circle is not possible.However a square table is.
If you like arguing,please leave now.Comments must have some rationale.
Your ideas are not sacred.
Eat as much as you can free of charge.£89 per chair rent.
Fresh made cheese bones and butter
Home made dread
Toast as requires,hot or cold
Ten Serials.
Five types on bacon
Four sausages per customer.
Eggs fried personally on bald bread.
Soft boiled eggs if time suffices.
Chips must be pre-ordered
Whitby smoked mackerel with cart and horse
Morecambe muscles with Carnforth rail tracks
Please leave train in hiding
Please say Grace
All All our food is served on clean slaves
We use only Sheffield stolen knives or Rotherham if pushed
I was the tablecloths myself weekly.They are plastic coated
I use fairies to wash up.
Minimum wage paid to all and sundry
Eat as much as you like and play for it.Free piano now
All tea towels boiled at Xmas.Drained by New Year.
All food is fresh and so am I.. fresh out of money
Sausage pie is made by turkeys.
Come live with me and be my glove.. oven glove needed now
Please be polite.We aim to tease.
Thanks for your customs
Starters
Avocado bear in lemon juice
Small white rushed rooms in salad stressing with bread and nutter
Thin smoking salmon.
Whiskey soaked raw leaves with Cheddar Cheese
Mains
Spite roast with trimmings
Chicken parvenu and wild rice.
Mutton el Greco plus free peas and potato whisps.
Duck a l’auquatic on mashed flowers of the forest.
Vegetarian still looking for taker.Free slice of spam.
Malice and sweetheart pie with gravy train
Puddings
Jellied chocolate eggs in lost pain
Real egg bastards with burnt caramel
Bread and mutter pudding with creme meths.
Fresh fruit of your choice:Apple, banana,tinned pineapple,tinned peaches or ripe new gripes fresh from the market.
Cream and yoghurt with frozen nuts melted in it.Wife mixed in.
Winter winds did blow me down
As I flew a la mode.
I landed in that Bramley tree
Halfway down the road.
I need a stronger broomstick now
To waft me round my haunts.
I wish that winter was a-donne
Pray all ye holie Saints.
Don’t let winter kill your Witch,
She is so loved by man.
If white witch goes,then all this shows
Winter should be banned
.
Take me to heaven where I’ll see
If Godde will have a worde with me.
And if She likes I’ll stay to tea.
I’m sure right now She will agree.
Godde will need a sacrifice
To show we truly care
I’ll ask you all to pay a tithe,
Before I go up there.
Oh, Winter is a naughty one
He playeth with the winds.
But humans are the only beings
Who wilfully do sinne
So though this cold is cruelly sharp
And makes us weep when out.
It’s nothing to the deeds of Man
Can any human doubt?
When meadows bright all bloom again
I know we’ll see you coming then..
in sunny fields where wildflowers hide
I know my love is by my side.
Oh,come dear heart,do not delay..
We are not long till in the clay.
I’ll stand upon the beacon here
And never rest,till you are near.
When flowering buds all open wide
When bees to poppies swiftly glide.
When your dear heart is pressed to mine
Our eyes will melt and souls combine.
Oh,where are you,my dearest one
All too soon our lives are gone
I gaze across the fields and hills.
As sunset-sky with flames is filled.
When buttercups and celandine
Beckon to me in my dreams.
When apple blossom fills the tree
I believe with love I’ll see.I’ll see.
Anne crept in and put a cup of tea by his side.She looked down affectionately at his noble nose and wondered if he had any Jewish blood…. she was not the first to wonder by a long stalk…maybe the York community of mediaeval Jews had contributed to his Norse genetic pool
Mary came down and opened her wi hi Pad…she saw a long email from her brother.
Hi Mary,Jane is very upset indeed that you did not even
“Like ” her new avatar on CaseBook…everybody in the world will know now that you preferred her with her glasses on…I don’t know how she will ever get over it…She was crying all day and cursing all night,
Mary was very fond of her niece Jane but was unsure why not “liking” a photo was such a calamity..as the young folk are often out of their heads when they snap each other in nightclubs or other intriguingly dangerous places where Mary had not yet been
Her brother asked her not to let Jane know what he had told her..
That’s a pity,thought Mary.I could have said to delete my comment or to upload a new photograph.As Mary was very tired she could hardly think even elliptically.
I need to act now, she said to herself, because after the op I might not be able to wear my glasses so I shan’t be able to read.Suddenly Mary got a strange paralysing pain in her neck and jaw running down to her chest or bosom
She sat down and sucked a GNT tablet…….
Well,this is no good,she decided….I am going to have a heart attack with all the cleaning and sheets and towels to wash.
After a while she and Annie discussed it in the kitchen.
You know ,Mary,you should really have called an ambulance.Are you ok now?
Yes,said Mary,I think I did too much upstairs.Alas it was not the sort of thing she and Stan had done 30 years ago,
I wonder why your brother told you right now about Casebook.Has he no judgment or feelings?
It seems not, said Mary ruefully.I had no idea it was so evil to dislike a photograph..now Annie,my password is
ZebrasR567&$0477Ggpdd84666££££lionsteatime459.
My God,said Annie.How do you remember it?
That’s what I wonder too,Mary responded warmly…
Delete my account at that website.I don’t want to find I have caused a narcissistic wound to any other young family members.One is too much.
But,don’t they see that “Like” means nothing unless one can also “Dislike”………
They don’t think,called Stan…I want you to have a rest Mary.. you need as much as you can get.. put the “holday response” on the computer and come a sit by the fire with me.
Emile was writing notes of the conversation but could make neither head nor tail of it..
Were Stan and Mary who both were undergoing painful treatment and surgery so unimportant to these relatives?
They have no skills in evaluating events and their importance, he thought.If only Iris Murdoch were here instead of Dave our transsexual and amiable paramedic then we might have a philosophical discussion about feelings and values.Then again we could. have a nap instead,he told himself sharply
He was mulling over some Jungian ideas about character types and lack of Feeling until he saw some pigeons outside and began to feel rather hungry…so he dropped his pen and ran out of the back door
