I've posted this quote before but, once more unto the brink...

[wcmagumba]

"Don't let the bastards grind you down", "The Handmaid's Tale"....

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1. the Handmaidens borrowed that phrase ...

... Origin

https://english-grammar-lessons.com/dont-let-the-bastards-grind-you-down-meaning/

The origin of the expression "don't let the bastards get you down" comes from the cod Latin, "nil carborundum illegitimi." General "Vinegar Joe" Stilwell used the expression as his personal motto during WWII.

Language experts think that the expression dates back as far as the 17th century. The earliest reference to a similar phrase forming the base for the modern term comes from Joseph Moxon's "Mechanick Exercises," published in 1677, where the saying appears as follows.

"The Bastard-tooth'd file is to take out of your work, the deep cuts ... the Rough-file made; the Fine-tooth'd file is to take out the cuts ... the Bastard-file made."



It was on the door of the Chicago Playboy Mansion in the 60s.

[wcmagumba]

2. Thanks for the information...

Dem Handmaid's were always stealing stuff...I think they deserved anything they wanted or needed for the slavery and abuse they endured...

[Collimator]

3. I also think that it's "Once more into the breach".

And for some reason, I'm thinking Shakespeare. But, hey, I could be wrong.

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4. I do think you are correct...shoulda looked it up before posting.

I'm an old codger and slowly slipping away upstairs, it happens...

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5. You did just fine, we're keeping it light is all!

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6. You shoulda asked me!

I may be even older than you, and I have a great assortment of grinding wheels, sharpeners, and stones.

I grind 'em down faster than Fux News can grind down a maga brain (only takes 1 pass with an emery board)

Heck, even pigs understand Latin. Have you heard of Pig Latin?

Cheers.

[wcmagumba]

7. Ankthay ouyou

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8. It is. Henry IV. My favorite speech. ... Actually Henry V.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'

Ex theater kid here. And AV club. Didn't get a date until my junior year.

[wcmagumba]

9. Love it, thanks for posting...

in other news, my first date (sort of) was when in middle school and at week long summer church camp a young lady asked me to the final dinner. I went with her and it was nice but I remember sort of walking in front of her on the way (I was rude but not knowing). My next date was in HS and they had one of those Sadie Hawkins day dances where the ladies asked the boys, I got asked and had a good time...

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10. Kenneth Branagh was sooo good in that role...

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11. This is the other speech, as good as the first ...

Westmoreland:
O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!

King:
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin, Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words—
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester—
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be rememberèd—
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.