| become valued parts of my experience, in that they remind me not to make the same mistakes again and by mistakes I do not mean entering this contest, which is a most worthwhile effort to see how long the longest run-on sentence can become, if only in the current sphere of Userfriendly, and I do not mean to belittle Userfriendly with the usage of the word "only", and I am also quite sure that if a thousand monkeys typed away for a million years on a thousand typewrittes, one typewritter per monkey you see, they would produce a run-on sentence that was waaay longer than this (and all those extra 'a' in waaay are there to emphasize the way I would have pronounced this had I not been typing it, and have nothing to whatsoever with elongating this sentence (do you believe that?)) and contained the entire works of Shakespeare in one sub-sentence, which would make the sentence not only longer than this one, but more valuble as well, since it cannot be said that the literary works of yours truly, Tars_Tarkas, holder of opinions and views, most knowledgable person, protector of /dev/null (should it ever need protection), UFie of unsound mind, typer of much mid-tempo BS, a term that can be found in the online english-german dictionary at www.leo.org when searching for Bldsinn and that has an abbrevieation in it, are anywhere near the quality and value of those produced by William Shakespeare, making him a truly great writer, althugh there are those that have proposed theories, those that are proposing such theories and quite probably, and I do mean probably, since under no circumstances would I wish to be a Prophet, such as in somebody who makes statements about the future with (unfitting (is that a word?)) certainty, and thereby jeopardize my Non-Prohpet status, nor that of Paratheo-anametamystikhood Of Eris Esoteric or the Eristic Liberation Front or the Legion of Dynamic Discord, disorganisations I belong to and am happy to belong to, those that will propose such theories as suggest that the works of William Shakespeare were not in fact written by William Shakespeare, but by a man with the same name, theories we do not have to worry about much, nor do we have to worry too much about those theories claiming that William Shakespeare his works were written, from completly to in part, by any number of persons not of the same name as him, as that would not diminish my pleasure reading those works in the least, not even a little bit, not, even, such a tiny little bit that it would fit under the period at the end of this sentence, which is not coming up for quite some time, or should I say, quite some keystrokes, to come, a language constuct I am not to happy about, as it contains the verb to come two times in a row very near to each other, which shows bad literary style, and you might be wondering how I can still be typing away quite happily at this monstrous construct of utterly horrible, and I think that even the venerable H.P. Lovecraft, with all the horror he imagined and wrote about, would shudder at the horribleness contained within this sentence, proportions commonly known as run-on sentence, the much mentioned object of this contest I am participating in with this construct, not to mention the many spelling mistakes I am making, consciously, as in bugarub, or unconsciously, as in anybody who read this far and is just keeping his eyes on the screen without his brain registering anything but that there are an awful lot of words, not neccessarily and awful-lot of words, but more as in quite a huge number, which is insignificant next to the number of stars in the (known) Universe, if even that, and this "if even that" is refering not to the number of stars in the (known) Universe but to the size of the period at the end of this sentence, which is coming up sooner or later, and which was supposed to represent an upper limit on the amount of care I would give if William Shakespeare's Works where not written by him at all, and still go on about bad literary style, a kind of behaviour some may call hypocritical, by which they would not be making any allusions to the old Greek, Hypocrit, who was a truly remarkable doctor and wrote down the Oath of Hypocrit, a fitting name, being that is was an Oath he swore and his name being Hypocrit, or maybe Hypocritus, if you would ask an old Roman, something not quite possible, which says something about the ethics and morales a doctor, a medical doctor I mean, should have, though there are some who do not follow this oath though they swore it, which would explain the reason why there is the second, more common meaning, of the word hypocritical, which is that of somebody critizising something while doing the very same thing and whichis the meaning I am meaning to mean in the context of this sentence, which ends just over there, behind the last subsentences of this really long sentence, which might make bugarup, and for once, just for surprise I am spelling the name as it should be spelled, give up all hope of ever winning this contest, though I have little hope of that, seeing as he seems to be as crazy in disrespect, errr, I mean, this respect as me |
