From ms@gf.org Sat May 3 07:09:01 2003 Received: from mxu5.u.washington.edu (mxu5.u.washington.edu [140.142.32.164]) by lists.u.washington.edu (8.12.1+UW03.04/8.12.1+UW03.02) with ESMTP id h43E911M061062 for ; Sat, 3 May 2003 07:09:01 -0700 Received: from firewall.ext (gf.gf.org [207.86.8.110]) by mxu5.u.washington.edu (8.12.1+UW03.04/8.12.1+UW03.02) with SMTP id h43E8xvw005050 for ; Sat, 3 May 2003 07:08:59 -0700 Received: from inside-www.gf.org by firewall.ext via smtpd (for mxu5.u.washington.edu [140.142.32.164]) with SMTP; 3 May 2003 14:08:59 UT Received: (qmail 14684 invoked by uid 527); 3 May 2003 14:08:57 -0000 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" From: Michael Smith To: classics@u.washington.edu Subject: Re: Not in the latest Explorator/mentivagrans (bis) Date: Sat, 3 May 2003 10:06:25 -0400 X-Mailer: KMail [version 1.2] References: <3EAB9247.7022AB82@sympatico.ca> <3EAFF6C2.FFAA0986@mail.lemoyne.edu> <003b01c31174$f84ed3e0$b4cb64a8@jfgannon> In-Reply-To: <003b01c31174$f84ed3e0$b4cb64a8@jfgannon> MIME-Version: 1.0 Message-Id: <03050310062501.16417@mjslaptop> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Uwash-Spam: Gauge=IIIIII, Probability=6%, Report="IN_REP_TO, QUOTED_EMAIL_TEXT, RCVD_IN_MULTIHOP_DSBL, RCVD_IN_UNCONFIRMED_DSBL, REFERENCES, SPAM_PHRASE_03_05, __EVITE_CTYPE, __HAS_X_MAILER" On Saturday 03 May 2003 09:07, J.F. Gannon wrote: > I suspect that fun is always fun-for-someone. Many people do not > find reading Latin to be fun-for-them. Simply being told it is fun, does > not make it so. It may be fun-for-X who is telling them this, but that > does not mean it is fun-for-them. But X may continue by saying that it > will be fun-for-you if you will only give it a try. Exactly. Assuming the word "fun" as shorthand for the complex range of pleasures classical study can give, it will certainly be the case that CS may or may not be fun for person X. It would be nuts to claim that it will be fun-for-everyone; what one can say is that it's fun-for-me and might be for you too. A number of fun things obtain new recruits in this manner. This seems a far less grandiose claim than the one made by the utilitarian school: that classics are useful-for-everyone, or indispensable to large social purposes like democracy and accurate spelling. Locus classicus, so to speak: Tom surveyed his last touch with the eye of an artist, then he gave his brush another gentle sweep and surveyed the result, as before. Ben ranged up alongside of him. Tom's mouth watered for the apple, but he stuck to his work. Ben said: "Hello, old chap, you got to work, hey?" Tom wheeled suddenly and said: "Why, it's you, Ben! I warn't noticing." "Say - I'm going in a-swimming, I am. Don't you wish you could? But of course you'd druther work - wouldn't you? Course you would!" Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said: "What do you call work?" "Why, ain't that work?" Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly: "Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain't. All I know, is, it suits Tom Sawyer." "Oh come, now, you don't mean to let on that you like it?" The brush continued to move. "Like it? Well, I don't see why I oughtn't to like it. Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?" That put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth - stepped back to note the effect - added a touch here and there - criticised the effect again - Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed. Presently he said: "Say, Tom, let me whitewash a little." Tom considered, was about to consent; but he altered his mind: "No - no - I reckon it wouldn't hardly do, Ben. You see, Aunt Polly's awful particular about this fence - right here on the street, you know - but if it was the back fence I wouldn't mind and she wouldn't. Yes, she's awful particular about this fence; it's got to be done very careful; I reckon there ain't one boy in a thousand, maybe two thousand, that can do it the way it's got to be done." "No - is that so? Oh come, now - lemme, just try. Only just a little - I'd let you, if you was me, Tom." "Ben, I'd like to, honest injun; but Aunt Polly - well, Jim wanted to do it, but she wouldn't let him; Sid wanted to do it, and she wouldn't let Sid. Now don't you see how I'm fixed? If you was to tackle this fence and anything was to happen to it - " "Oh, shucks, I'll be just as careful. Now lemme try. Say - I'll give you the core of my apple." "Well, here - No, Ben, now don't. I'm afeard - " "I'll give you all of it!" --Michael J. Smith ms@gf.org .