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Man Of Letters - Literati

Whom the Gods wish to destroy, they first call promising
- Cyril Connolly

[+] Cyril Connolly is often referred to as the Man Of Letters. Considered a rare breed, they are intellectuals who impose huge influence on the masses with their popular opinions in various fields.


Nahuatl said…
Sorry.. couldn't understand the quote :(
QUASAR9 said…
Hi GP,
Short post, speaks volumes!
Homo Escapeons said…
Intellectuals do not influence this McCulture...we like drive-thru infotainment.
Ghost Particle said…
[nayan] oh man...u baby! This means that ...the people who claim to be religious and all claim to be the top of the world, say they have the greatest religion, but its only a precursor to destruction,. God in this context is just a metaphor to show the blinding power of faith.

[quasar9] thanx! It does, we need more people like him.

[h-e] yes! we are at the fast checkout lane.

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