It's found in Plutarch's 'piece' about a conversation 'Odysseus had with 'Gryllus.'

The two were talking about the 'dunce,' Coroebus, about mankind in matters of judgement and reasoning and memory.

Gads, it wasn't onFox teevee. They started 'rambling' about comparisons between an ass, a sheep, a fox, a wolf, and a bee. They were considering what is best to think about the inherent knowledge of a God? Judgement.

Corebus was proverbially so stupid that he tried to count the waves of the sea (It's in 'the Odyssey' X1X.394ff.) throughout eternity. Sad.

Coroebus was the one who wished to surpass all men "in thefts and perjury." It's a story about the rich man's decline.

A Precarious communion. No Coroebus's here?

...And the reason is that the spirit of anger is, as it were, the cutting or tempering edge of courage. Now beast use this undiluted in their contest, whereas humans have it mixed with calculations, as wine with water, so that it is displaced in the presence of danger and fails you when you need it most. Some of you even declare that anger should not enter at all into fighting, but be dismissed in order to make use of sober calculation; their contention is correct so far as self-preservation go, but is disgracefully false as regards valorous defense. For surely it is absurd for you to find fault with Nature because she did not equip your bodies with natural stings, or place fighting tusk among your teeth, or give you nails like curved claws, while you yourself remove or curb the emotional instrument Nature has give.--Plutarch. on beast being virtuous ( I add. No guns, bombs, anthrax etc. ).

"Anger will turn sweeter than honeycomb." Hold anger gently. Athena placed that advice on the lips to say to another mortal.

This anger is a good anger. Yes. The WaPo some days gives me a 'lighbulb' idea (switch-on-common-sense) that journalist will begin to do what is right and care for the nation and 'do good work.' Light.

We have a right to remain gentle angry people. I feel okay to know the truth can't be hidden. It's daytime now so I am going outside to confront the toils and dangers of those scary Red Breast Robbins. They hop and eat all they can of those garden worms in the potato patch. Don't lose your temper. Don't let anyone emasculate that fighting spirit, either. Thanks.

William, I knew that was you before I scrolled down to read the letter comment.

On Glenn Greenwald's post on 3-13-07 I noted a memory of mine. I did not mention then, but a mother who's son was killed doing water purification in Nicaragua was murdered. I met her at a Witness for Peace 'gathering' in Washington DC in the 80's. After the ecumenical meeting, there was a casual 'snack' ad refreshment time in the basement kitchen after the meeting.

The grieving Mother on that day, really did give, those of us there who yearned for peace, a literal hug. I pass her embrace to you and everyone else. Thanks for people who are subduing this horrible cold and bloody murder rampage for a couple of oil-stink, stale, and last moldy-piece off the loaf. It's the end-crust, last "moldy bread crumb." Why? It's stupid.

I was an alias on 3-13-07 then, when nicknamed 'clownishness.' Call me anything you wish, Mr. Tummymen, but please don't continue the hate (not you, William, the bushco's bunch) and gluttonous greed. I dare 'You' call me 'latefordinner.'

Thanks,

Art James

clownsense

brotherbruz (or sometimes goodpuddin?)

Thanks. I just 'commented' two times at Chris Floyd's E.B.

Then I come here to 'hear' what others are thinking.

My amazement is increasingly more amazed. My computer acts slow and 'funny-weird.' To 'hit' and exercise patience waiting to read the 'sites' many readers suggest to 'us' for further wisdom's, would mean I'd die of young-age waiting for 'bugs' to fly-off... There are some beautiful orange and black lady-bugs I never worry about...They are beneficial insects.

If you, good sunny miller, wish to read my ramblings that agree with your 'letter' comment, go to cranky-Floyd's today? You have to read between the lines. Listen to the silence between the bird chirps too...Virgil said hell is where the spring feathered creature don't sing.

I know the proverbial 'evil omen' of the Bushido crowd is upon us too. My respect. Remain quiet at the proper time, No Chihuahua's....okay? No hush, either. Speak Truth.

brotherbruz.

I only had time to read Salon's editor's Red Rose star favorites. I am certain I missed bits of good 'dust' of newsworthy particles breathing Life into the morning mist and sunlight.

I hope a singing Bluebird remains on our left shoulder while toothless dragon loyal scribes, weaken the fake neocon reign. How do we/i train a bluebird to remain?

The silence of honest reporting has been, to me, a funeral dirge. A flickering light or a spark from a thunder bolt strike, can be a great-crack-sound in the branches of a tree that the Bushco rule has burned in molten metal and now it's time to rise true citizens from this dust. Flute.

I say to the honest people...'Stay.' You are beautiful bits of sparking gold-light reflecting the sunny side of my Life. Thanks again. O, I'll 'shad up,' even tho I want to say something more and act irapuato-potato-full. Rose.

O, or Rose Pinot Noir, a sip, from a berry that's fermented from a plucked Rosewood bush, or something like that. O, or Ring around the Rosy, but let's not all of us fall down. O, or humn A Happy Bluebird sits on shoulders, and if it 'craps' on both shoulders, that's fine. O, or we wipe it off and learn to do a jitter bug cartwheel. Don't act shyward.