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If there are more than three - the official name is a row of dots.

 

[teepee1234]

No good bolting the gate after the cuckoos gone and run all his ducks up a flagpole to see if his tents are in line now is it !!!

I'm beginning to think that some of these sayings are made up... :huh:

(note the correct usage of the ellipsis and the one emoticon)

 

[Les53]

I'm beginning to think that some of these sayings are made up... :huh:

(note the correct usage of the ellipsis and the one emoticon)

Made up? Surely not ! :.:

 

[Darkside]

I'm beginning to think that some of these sayings are made up... :huh:

(note the correct usage of the ellipsis and the one emoticon)

Your English teacher will be very proud...

 

[ianmaney]

No mate they're all straight from the donkeys hoof !!!!

 

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Don't understand this joke?? Any chance of an explanation and how it fits with dots? And what is the idea of the fan?

Confused.com

 

[Dog Tyred]

The fan does the same job as 10 pints of larger but in reverse

I think the fans about to hit the ceiling!

Oh and people who live in glass houses shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth!

DT

 

[Westward]

Your English teacher will be very proud...

I think you'd be hard pressed to find an English teacher who has even heard of an ellipsis, never mind one who would know if it was correctly applied.

 

[ianmaney]

Wasn't ellipses a Greek god of summat or other??

 

[40UP]

Alfred,Lord Tennyson : Ulysses

It little profits that an idle king
1
,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an agèd wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes22
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes2
Vexed the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes33
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes3.
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes3
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought
with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes44
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes4,
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes4
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.



Alfred,Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) 1833

 

[Darkside]

Thank god I didn't have to read Tennyson at school!!! Maybe I'm just uncultured...

 

[40UP]

Maybe you see things clearly...

Where did you choose your pen name from?

 

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Hahahahahahaha.......I have just been told that the fan picture insinuates two faces.......so does that mean that anyone using a smiley is two faced?????

Now I really am confused....because I use them all the time.....will you please set us straight Matt because people are reading that post several ways because you did not put any words with it?

 

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Alfred,Lord Tennyson : Ulysses


It little profits that an idle king
1
,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an agèd wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes22
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes2
Vexed the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes33
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes3.
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes3
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought
with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes44
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes4,
http://www.portablepoetry.com/poems/alfredlord_tennyson/ulysses.html#footnotes4
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.


Alfred,Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) 1833

So where are we off to then 40UP......lead the way

 

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My post above it references st vitus dance.... A face twitching illness.

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[JonSkeet2]

Well done people, several pages of complete and utter rubbish that is indexed by all the search engines.

It really concerns that a thread of complete and utter rubbish is far more popular than one about the sudden death of one of our founder members.

Locking Threads... Locking this one.

Jon.