“We are turning into Gilead”: Jonathan Capehart on the PBS NewsHour just now.
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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
“Knock, knock, who’s there?”
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Every day is a new deal.
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Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
Marcel Proust, Finding Time Again
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Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try.
Eleanor Roosevelt, You Learn by Living
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I don’t really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it’s always nice, I’ll grant you, if he has one.
J.D. Salinger, Seymour: An Introduction
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Some rocks?
I know you mean in Zippy. Yes, Bill Griffith just about always puts them in when the strip is Nancy-themed.
No. I mean Gilead.
Etymology. Gilead is explained in the Hebrew Bible as derived from the Hebrew words גלעד gal‛êd, which in turn comes from gal ('heap, mound, hill') and ‛êd ('witness, testimony'). If that is the case, Gilead means 'heap [of stones] of testimony'. There is also an alternative theory that it means 'rocky region'.
Oh!
I apologize. The definition I used comes from Wikipedia and I should have noted it.
I just thought that it was fun that PBS News Hour, Nancy and Zippy all collided.
No problem — a discussion of Five Easy Pieces and other movies started up recently on a post about Safari bookmarks, and I think that nudged me toward assuming something similar happened here. (It’s easy with Blogger to comment on the wrong post if you have a series of posts scrolling in front of you — I’ve done it too.) Anyway, I’m grateful to know about Gilead.
Might it also refer to stacked rocks, witnesses to humans having passed through an area?
I’m a fish out of water here. If it is a heap of stones of testimony, that certainly makes sense. As when people leave stones on a grave?
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