NYTimes: The Upside of Envy

The Upside of Envy https://nyti.ms/2FLaNXE

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At therapist with some 30 years of experience recently confided to me that of all the themes his clients found difficult to delve into — sex included — there was no tougher nut to crack than envy. Aristotle described envy not as benign desire for what someone else possesses but “as the pain caused by the good fortune of others.” Not surprisingly these pangs often give way to a feeling of malice. Witness the fact that throughout history and across cultures, anyone who enjoyed a piece of good fortune feared and set up defenses against the “evil eye.” Of course, there is not much talk today about the evil eye, at least not in the West, but it surely isn’t because we are less prone to envy than our ancestors.

In his essay “On Envy,” the philosopher Francis Bacon wrote, “Of all other affections, it is the most importune and continual. For of other affections there is occasion given but now and then; and therefore it was well said, ‘Invidia festos dies non agit.’ ” That is, “Envy keeps no holidays.”

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Justice for all

To make A levels a true measure of achievement not linked to the relative wealth of the family all children in the United Kingdom and their parents at birth and brought up in large each class will contain equal numbers of children from the rich and the poor and some from the middle and in this way all the children will be equal especially in terms of their diet

It will be easy to see when they reach 18 which ones are are able to do the most brilliant work such as working out percentages, compound interest, reading Enid blyton, passing grade 1 on the piano and be able to fry bacon

This seems to indicate that the people who are sorted this clown are actually stupid.

Working out percentages anybody could do that and ask for compound interest with the economy in the condition it’s in even simple interest will be very soon.

Thank you Liz truss for contributing to a programme on “am I a genius?”

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They will love the cold air

Gaelic its never die quote says it all

And if you don’t remember

Because you were not appalledq

Remember the people who were treated like pigs or even weeds

Their deaths were nothing to remember

Because we’ve seen it all so many times before

What is the saying about the Jews?

Why did you lie?I went to

sleep in I guess the gas chamber, the chamber of horrors

But we’re not in a fairground we’re in real life

Hi we’re going to die of Cold

That monster on horseback followed by 1000 polar bears

They will feast on the dead British and put the electricity company out of business

Even winter air is warm to them

They will become the royal family

And we will not need a parliament

A parliament of polar bears; it’s better than one of fools

How to make yourself better in health and mind.

Some recent discoveries might help you you with getting older feeling depressed or being excessively bored

If you live in a house which is old and the wiring is old don’t worry about getting electric shocks because it’s been proved that getting mild electric shocks can make it less likely for you to develop dementia. You will just have to hope that the shock you get from your ancient wiring it’s not enough to do you serious harm.

If you survive congratulate yourself because your brain is now less likely to deteriorate.

You remember the quotation

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

I don’t know to whom as a tribute

Next, we know that children who grow up on farms have a better immune system than children raised in town So it would it be a good idea to let your home become rather dirty

I remember in Thomas Hardy s novel Far from the madding crowd that a man drops his sandwich on the floor of the public house then picks it up up.and eats it saying

It’s only clean dirt

Feet in sea edge

In a cotton dress by Morecambe Bay
On Arnside’s little beach below the Knott
I stand  where sea and sand on my feet play

My feet  enjoy the water, ripples,rays
I remember this, the waters fret
In a cotton dress in Morecambe Bay

We see the Barrow Train, the River flows
Feel the pebbles  slippery,cool and wet
I stand  where sea and sand on my feet play

As the sun sank,  Grange and Cartmel glowed
The Priory’s ruins  paid  all beauty’s debt
I love my dress, in sun, in Morecambe Bay

My bony feet look thin, the water sways
I wish I could dissolve,skin  holds me back
I stand  where sea and sand on my feet play

Moments of great beauty guard the track
We may forget the sea shells splintered wrack.
In a cotton dress my mother made
I loved  where sea and sand on my feet played

 

 

 

The holy smell of grass, the feel of air

I wish I were on Hutton Roof again
The limestone and the little open flowers
The sea at Arnside  like a distant gem
The spaciousness like days with extra hours

I wish I were as agile now as then
I might  climb High White Stones  for  serious fun
The whole mere  down below still winding on
The  handsome lake, the Old Man, Coniston

I wish I were  in Dent, the curious shapes
The hills and their deep mystery engross
The height, the little river, the mistakes
The lost loved man alive, to hold me close

I wish I were on Hutton Roof  today
The holy smell of grass, the feel of air

Silverdale

I wish we were in Silverdale again

The meadow full of flowers,the nettle’s sting

The boarding house,the hedges rich with song..

The sketch pad,ink, the birthday pen

My brother’s humour and his wacky games

I miss his buoyant face, his eyes untamed

At least he’s not in prison doing time.

I liked the way he misprounced my name.

I wish we were on Windermere today

The bouncing sun,the blossoms rich display

Come back now I love you anyway

My heart was stabbed with death,you went away

I saw your shadow cycling in black rain.

May we help each other with the pain?