Walt Whitman, He Who Laid

Every Decoding Is Another Encoding.

Any Language Is Necessarily A Finite System Applied With Different Degrees Of Creativity To An Infinite Variety Of Situations, And Most Of The Words And Phrases We Use Are "prefabricated" In The Sense That We Don't Coin New Ones Every Time We Speak.

That's The Attraction Of The Conference Circuit: It's A Way Of Converting Work Into Play, Combining Professionalism With Tourism, And All At Someone Else's Expense. Write A Paper And See The World! I'm Jane Austen - Fly Me!

Whhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! The Scream Of Jet Engines Rises To A Crescendo On The Runways Of The World. Every Second, Somewhere Or Other, A Plane Touches Down, With A Puff Of Smoke From Scorched Tyre Rubber, Or Rises In The Air, Leaving A Smear Of Black Fumes Dissolving In Its Wake. From Space, The Earth Might Look To A Fanciful Eye Like A Huge Carousel, With Planes Instead Of Horses Spinning Round Its Circumference, Up And Down, Up And Down. Whhheeeeeeeeeee!

Four Times, Under Our Educational Rules, The Human Pack Is Shuffled And Cut - At Eleven-plus, Sixteen-plus, Eighteen-plus And Twenty-plus - And Happy Is He Who Comes Top Of The Deck On Each Occasion, But Especially The Last. This Is Called Finals, The Very Name Of Which Implies That Nothing Of Importance Can Happen After It.