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So I was cleaning out my compy and I found a really fun assignment from first semester. I had to demonstrate, by demonstration, the difference between a fable and a parable. I think they are pretty funny, you might too. read em.
the devoted husband: a fable
There was once a man who loved his wife very much. Though he was not a very attractive man, he posessed a wife who was more beautiful than the fabled Psyche, and was intelligent, responsible, and attentive to his desires. The man worked himself to the bone to be able to provide his wife with items of wealth. He became rich from his effort and owned a very large house, but it was often empty as he shunned social contact for his work. His wife was frequently away, her cleverness and beauty put her in endless social demand; she had many good friends and was beloved by all who knew her. The man didn’t mind her absense though, he believed that his wife loved him very much, which she did, and he was content. One day the man’s wife fell very ill, and she died surrounded by her friends and loved ones. She said “I have lived a life of value, and I leave this world happily.” The man, who had no other loved ones besides that which God had taken from him, stopped leaving his home. The victuals which he had brought to satisfy his wife’s pit ceased their passage through his doors, and the man died slowly and isolated. He said “It is the human condition to live and die alone.”
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Black Chief's Woman: A parable
On a small pond flanked by two indian tribes, there ruled a White Chief and a Black chief, respectively. The White Chief was jealous of the Black Chief’s domain, and desired the whole of the pond and its surrounding wood for himself. One day, in the White Chief’s scheming, he called his greatest warrior to him. He said: “Warrior, go at night to the other tribe’s camp, and mark the back of Black Chief’s favorite woman with my own name. Then he shall know who has true domain over this land” and he laughed to himself.
While his warrior stole off into the wood, White Chief planned a tremendous feast with plenty to eat and drink, and he called his quickest messenger to him. He said: “Messenger, go to morrow to the other tribe’s camp, and tell Black Chief that he is invited to a great feast, to celebrate our brotherhood” and he laughed to himself. He arranged Black Chief’s guest tent just next to his own, and he said to himself: “When the feast is over, and Black Chief, full of drink and good cheer, retires to his tent, he will call his favorite woman to him, and when he sees my own name across her back he will cry out, and I will hear him and run to see him fleeing in shame.”
The next day Black Chief and his people arrived at the camp, and the great feast was had. There was such food and drink and high spirit that White Chief began to feel most pleased with himself, and allowed himself to become quite drunk. When the feast ended, White Chief waited for Black Chief to retire before allowing himself to, and he said to his messenger “Wait outside his tent, so that he may ask you to bring him his favorite woman” and he retired.
As White Chief waited for Black Chief to summon his favorite woman, he became impatient. Drunk and cheerful himself, he called his messenger to him, and said “For what do I wait this night in discomfort? Bring my woman to me, I have not had her in a long while, and the cheer of this evening affects me so.” Soon his woman appeared at his door, and he took her and had her more lovingly than he had in a long while, for he was so pleased with himself at tricking Black Chief. In his boisterous mood, he decided that his situation was best approached from a different angle. He grasped his woman by the shoulder and turned her onto her stomach, and as she said his name, so was it marked upon her back.
What do we miss when attentive to others’ defeat?
i want to get this tattooed down my side, minus text.
what do you think? is that too neo-nazi or is it kosher?
the devoted husband: a fable
There was once a man who loved his wife very much. Though he was not a very attractive man, he posessed a wife who was more beautiful than the fabled Psyche, and was intelligent, responsible, and attentive to his desires. The man worked himself to the bone to be able to provide his wife with items of wealth. He became rich from his effort and owned a very large house, but it was often empty as he shunned social contact for his work. His wife was frequently away, her cleverness and beauty put her in endless social demand; she had many good friends and was beloved by all who knew her. The man didn’t mind her absense though, he believed that his wife loved him very much, which she did, and he was content. One day the man’s wife fell very ill, and she died surrounded by her friends and loved ones. She said “I have lived a life of value, and I leave this world happily.” The man, who had no other loved ones besides that which God had taken from him, stopped leaving his home. The victuals which he had brought to satisfy his wife’s pit ceased their passage through his doors, and the man died slowly and isolated. He said “It is the human condition to live and die alone.”
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Black Chief's Woman: A parable
On a small pond flanked by two indian tribes, there ruled a White Chief and a Black chief, respectively. The White Chief was jealous of the Black Chief’s domain, and desired the whole of the pond and its surrounding wood for himself. One day, in the White Chief’s scheming, he called his greatest warrior to him. He said: “Warrior, go at night to the other tribe’s camp, and mark the back of Black Chief’s favorite woman with my own name. Then he shall know who has true domain over this land” and he laughed to himself.
While his warrior stole off into the wood, White Chief planned a tremendous feast with plenty to eat and drink, and he called his quickest messenger to him. He said: “Messenger, go to morrow to the other tribe’s camp, and tell Black Chief that he is invited to a great feast, to celebrate our brotherhood” and he laughed to himself. He arranged Black Chief’s guest tent just next to his own, and he said to himself: “When the feast is over, and Black Chief, full of drink and good cheer, retires to his tent, he will call his favorite woman to him, and when he sees my own name across her back he will cry out, and I will hear him and run to see him fleeing in shame.”
The next day Black Chief and his people arrived at the camp, and the great feast was had. There was such food and drink and high spirit that White Chief began to feel most pleased with himself, and allowed himself to become quite drunk. When the feast ended, White Chief waited for Black Chief to retire before allowing himself to, and he said to his messenger “Wait outside his tent, so that he may ask you to bring him his favorite woman” and he retired.
As White Chief waited for Black Chief to summon his favorite woman, he became impatient. Drunk and cheerful himself, he called his messenger to him, and said “For what do I wait this night in discomfort? Bring my woman to me, I have not had her in a long while, and the cheer of this evening affects me so.” Soon his woman appeared at his door, and he took her and had her more lovingly than he had in a long while, for he was so pleased with himself at tricking Black Chief. In his boisterous mood, he decided that his situation was best approached from a different angle. He grasped his woman by the shoulder and turned her onto her stomach, and as she said his name, so was it marked upon her back.
What do we miss when attentive to others’ defeat?
i want to get this tattooed down my side, minus text.
what do you think? is that too neo-nazi or is it kosher?