tin

Oh.

Why would I want to eat any of you? The beehive and Tin Man are robots.

Nothing to eat there.

The little green one is too cute to eat.

I would like to be sentient.

Good luck.

Tin would like some empathy.

Overrated.

The water came up so quickly that he cut a hole in the roof to get out.

The next one was a guy out on the road and the only thing recovered out of that house was a bag of marbles and a Tin, you know, full of old first aid covers, yeah, with stamps on the back, you know, when the Queen was a young woman.

So, you know, that was found in one of the things.

And that's about all they got out of that place.

H.M. End of section 1 II.

INSTRUCTIONS FOR WRITING HISTORY PART I. Lucian in this letter to his friend Philo, after having with infinite humor exposed the absurdities of some contemporary historians, whose works being consigned to oblivion, have never reached us, proceeds in the latter part of it to lay down most excellent rules and directions for writing history.

My readers will find the one to the last degree pleasant and entertaining, and the other no less useful, sensible, and instructive.

this is indeed one of lucian's best pieces my dear philo in the reign of lysimachus we are told that the people of abdera were seized with a violent epidemical fever which raged through the whole city continuing for seven days at the expiration of which a copious discharge of blood from the nostrils in some and in others a profuse sweat carried it off It was attended, however, with a very ridiculous circumstance, every one of the persons affected by it being suddenly taken with a fit of prejudicing, spouting iambics and roaring out most furiously, particularly the Andromeda of Euripides and the speech of Perseus, which they recited in most lamentable accents.

that he did not choose to drink poison or to hang himself but was resolved to find out some new and tragical way of dying that accordingly having some large cups of very fine glass as soon as he had taken the resolution to finish himself he broke one of them in pieces and with a fragment of it cut his throat he would not make use of sword or spear that his death might be more noble and heroic to complete all because thucydides made a funeral oration on the heroes who fell at the beginning of the peloponnesian war he also thought something should be said of severian these historians you must know will always have a little struggle with thucydides though he had nothing to do with the war in armenia A rider, therefore, after bearing Severian, most magnificently places at his sepulchre one Afranius Silo, a centurion of the rival of Pericles, who spoke so fine a declamation upon him as by heaven made me laugh till I cried again, particularly when the orator seemed deeply afflicted and with tears in his eyes, lamented the sumptuous entertainments and drinking bouts which he should no more partake of.

to crown all with an imitation of ajax the orator draws his sword and as it became the noble afranius before all the assembly kills himself at the tomb so mars defend me but he deserved to die much sooner for making such a declamation when those says he who were present beheld this they were filled with admiration and beyond measure extolled afranius For my own part I pitied him for the loss of the capes and dishes which he so lamented, and only blamed him for not destroying the writer of the history before he made an end of himself.

III INSTRUCTIONS FOR WRITING HISTORY PART II Others there are who, from ignorance and want of skill, not knowing what should be mentioned and what passed over in silence, entirely omit or slightly run through things of the greatest consequence and most worthy of attention, whilst they most copiously describe and dwell upon trifles, which is just as absurd as it would be not to take notice of or admire the wonderful beauty of the Olympian Jupiter.

and at the same time to be lavish in our praises of the fine polish workmanship and proportion of the base and pedestal i remember one of these who dispatches the battle at europus in seven lines and spends some hundreds in a long frigid narration that is nothing to the purpose showing how a certain moorish cavalier wandering on the mountains in search of water lit on some syrian rustics who helped him to a dinner how they were afraid of him at first but afterwards became intimately acquainted with him and received him with hospitality for one of them it seems had been in mauritania where his brother bore arms then follows a long tale how he hunted in mauritania and saw several elephants feeding together how he had liked to have been devoured by a lion and how many fish he bought at caesarea This admirable historian takes no notice of the battle, the attacks or defenses, the truces, the guards on each side, or anything else, but stands from morning to night looking upon Malkion, the Syrian, who buys cheap fish at Caesarea.