> > It is sad. > Both John and I are victims of Karma. He is destined to be the small
> minded ideologue, unable to see that the world is a bigger place than > his small mind can encompassed, and I, unable to stop trying > to show him > that there is more to this photography game than a hidebound > attachment > to numbers. > So here we are, both riding the same merry-go-round, him on > one side, me > on the other. > Destined to continue goading and insulting one another for eternity. > > And the rest of you trapped on gilt and satin horses, spinning around > and screaming. > > William Robb > but who is the leather-jacketed gypsy swinging ith snake hips between the poles to collect the money and chat up the girls, with their candy floss and giggles? And who is the fat sweaty man reeking of cigarettes, sitting in the booth and counting the cash with his stained, plump fingers into an old leather cashbag? Come on, Bill, you can't throw incomplete metaphors & analogies around like that, it's not scientific. Bob -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List [email protected] http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net
