wrote in message
oups.com...

the feat could only
have been managed by Mr. Channing's toes,

Butcher!

Ah, but the calf!

I wonder which way will we be now steered?

Calves are inherently likely areas of
hypo-tablular activity. Indeed, the very existence of
calves and tables have been enough to convict many
males in the court of public opinion.

Farmer! [but careful with that 'many males', since the term is now become
obscure in PA, and John Adams was the last person to repeat it there during
the first constitutional congress, some say aping Otis, who himself took 'No
taxation without syncopation' from the Irish resentment of the rater stolid
English practice of emulating blocks of wood a 100 years before, or of yore]

But ... what about the plantaris tendon and the
soleus muscle? Is there any hope for Mr. Channing to
avoid, so to speak, leg irons?

Oh really! How soon will we here a mention of pedaphobia? Not to be
pedantic, but such a split in sense is pedatific.

Or a verdict of
Hussein-drop in the court of public opinion?

Shame! Are there no im-pediments to such wit? Will no one stand against it?
Or rally all from a low platform? A man who will make a pun will pick a
pocket!

To be sure, as Sam Sloan has noted and even Mr.
Channing has not confuted, the latter is male.
Further, said tendon and said muscle exist. Finally,
hypo-tablular space, though curved as is all space,
may be regarded as providing a straight-line opportunity.

Straight lines are completely refuted since The Pawns of Null-A, which is
not to predate that pedate Aristotle, but the ventures of A. E. van Vogt.

Surely, Board members would have twigged to
such an act even as the meeting table jiggled for
minutes on end.

This is perhaps the only sensible, rather than amusing, thing you have
written, since the implication is a practical suggestion that the board
should jig around a bit to some rap before they sit down to do the same.
There is a Zen saying: before bored rap, after board rap - which has such a
subtle sense it cannot be rendered into the language now spoken in
Tennessee.

Our conclusion: in the absence of DNA or
photographic evidence, we find the physical
difficulties of playing leggie under the table to be
nearly insuperable.

We await an amended indictment charging the more
plausible socio-sexual failing of playing footsie.

Whereas I spotted the real reason below:-


samsloan wrote:

... Joel Channing claims that he is a graduate of MIT.

He does not seem to be the MIT type. I would like for somebody to look
him up ton see if he really did graduate from there.

But this is most imperceptive since it is well known that MIT-types jiggle
around like manikins with the DTs almost unconscious of their oscillating
bodily gyrations, or in seeming surprise that they have bodies suspended
beneath their talking-heads - and very often speculate on the purpose of
them, while admitting by mathematical proof they do keep one's chin out of
the Charles, or some surprise wave sloshing one's spectacles thereby
obscuring the view of the perambulating otherly-gendered and latex-clad
generation next door.

O Tempes! O Pedes! *

Phil Innes

*These times! Other people's feet!