1609-09
Selected-By: Klone (aka Daniel Klein)<daniel.v.klein@gmail.com>
The Internet Oracle has pondered your question deeply.
Your question was:
> My paper on the founder of thermodynamics Sadi Carnot and his so-called
> Carnot Cycle suffered greatly from the corrections that my inept
> brother applied. I just wanted him to check my spelling and grammar,
> but he thought he was a know-it-all and he tried to improve everything.
>
> Instead of thermodynamics, the paper I allowed my brother to hand in
> for me was all about the impossibility of bicycling, and was titled,
> "Sadly Cannot Cycle".
>
> This is yet another in the series of complaints I have made to you on
> the difficulties I have with grammar, spelling, the English language,
> the French language, French people, computers, lack of computers,
> oxymorons, time travel, Mexican jails, over-stretched puns, Donald
> Knuth, poor Oracular answers, Perl programming, Evita Peron, database
> inconsistencies, typographical errors, idiots, and my brother. You have
> occasionally taken to ZOTting me, as if that would solve the problem.
>
> Please instead give me a general solution to ALL problems. You came
> close to a good solution nearly a year ago, when you recommended a
> solution of about 40 percent ethanol in water, plus enough French
> flavoring to qualify as slightly genuine cognac. Unfortunately I used
> it up over a month ago.
>
> While you are busy putting together an answer, send more cognac,
> please.
>
> And if you don't get me more cognac I'll drink bathtub gin and start
> asking you whether "cannot" or "can not" is the correct usage. Do not
> take this as a threat, even if it is.
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And in response, thus spake the Oracle:
} This incarnation of the Oracle notes with pleasure that although you
} have difficulties with both the French language and its people, you
} only have problems with English as a language.
}
} The general solution is therefore simple:
}
} Construct your own reality, then either retreat into it, or impose it
} on everyone else.
}
} The English have of course been doing this for years. After having
} created the English myth of King Arthur defeating the Welsh at
} Agincourt by building Hard Ian's wall across Watford Gap, they all
} retreated into the Home and Away Counties, as well as the various
} Shires (horses, books, and what Sean Connery used to call knights).
} Having rewritten the history books in their favour (started by the
} disgustingly Venereal Bead), they started to run out of space and
} imagination, and wondered what might lie beyond the English Chanel No.
} 4 (slightly less fragrant than Chanel No. 5 due to the existence of
} French fishing vessels).
}
} The English therefore started sailing the Seven Seas (they tried
} selling them at first but couldn't find anyone willing to buy several
} billion pints of salty fishy water that the French had been sailing
} in). They roamed far and wide and graciously imposed their version of
} reality on the inhabitants of the far-off lands they discovered
} (ignoring the fact that the people living there didn't want to be
} discovered, thank you very much).
}
} Skipping quickly over some of the English's more questionable
} practices such as looking after other countries' ancient artefacts for
} them, we come to the present day, where the English myth is starting
} to lose its grip on reality, in spite of (or possibly because of) its
} efforts via the World Service and Giles Brandreth's appearances on
} Just a Minute.
}
} The only way that the English can claim to have retained their current
} grip on reality is by drinking themselves into oblivion (not the one
} at Alton Towers). Given that the English cannot buy Champagne (either
} the drink or the French region) easily, they turn to Bucks-Fizz (which
} underwent rebranding following the resignation of the Revd Dr Spooner
} from the Board of Directors).
}
} It should be noted that bathtub gin is a bad idea if someone takes the
} plug out. With Thames Water's current record, the gin will reach the
} Channel and beer-battered cod will become gin-flavoured mackerel,
} which nobody wants.
}
} So, the solution is simple: ferment your own English wine and start
} drinking every day before the sun is over the yardarm.
}
} You owe the Oracle one for the Great North Road.
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