"It seems to me that I have found what I wanted. When I seek to put all in a phrase I say: 'Man can embody truth but he cannot know it'. I must embody it in the completion of my life. The abstract is not life and everywhere draws out its contradictions. You can refute Hegel but not the Saint or the Song of SixpenceÂ…" Yeats
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Xenophaneros Anartaxius" <anartaxius@...> wrote: > > Robin to Share Long: > > 'I think I was expecting a little more Hegel and The Song of Sixpence.' > > Hegel's contemporary Arthur Schopenhauer on Hegel: > > 'But the height of audacity in serving up pure nonsense, in stringing > together senseless and extravagant mazes of words, such as had previously > been known only in madhouses, was finally reached in Hegel, and became the > instrument of the most barefaced general mystification that has ever taken > place, with a result which will appear fabulous to posterity, and will remain > as a monument to German stupidity.' > > Song of Sixpence: > > Sing a song of sixpence, > A pocket full of rye. > Four and twenty blackbirds, > Baked in a pie. > > When the pie was opened, > The birds began to sing; > Wasn't that a dainty dish, > To set before the king? > > The king was in his counting house, > Counting out his money; > The queen was in the parlour, > Eating bread and honey. > > The maid was in the garden, > Hanging out the clothes; > When down came a blackbird > And pecked off her nose. > > The earliest printed version of this rhyme (1744): > > Sing a Song of Sixpence, > A bag full of Rye, > Four and twenty > Naughty Boys, > Baked in a Pye. > > [just those four lines] >
