“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away" Brilliantly said, by one Henry David Thoreau (1817 –1862), probably one afternoon, whilst he was contemplating the vagaries of life.
And probably, if one is inclined to argue, you can make out a case that Thoreau was somewhat of pythagorian inclination. An argument that I personally do not agree with as it implies that by nature man’s opinions are truthful by degrees. And further suppose that whilst someone else’s truths are only valid inasmuch that person is concerned, they, the majority view it as false, and are thus not only entitled, but obliged to set them “straight!”
Hoo, boy, the shitty, illogical, far-fetched suppositions that people sometimes spew as gospel! Luckily, even as far back as 469 BC–399 BC a geezer known as Socrates set the record straight, what with his dictum of “virtue is knowledge.” Of course, by virtue he did not imply that which certain ah… “ladies” ( no names, no pack drill! ) sadly lack. No, in short it means that one, in order to perform well, must firstly have a specific job, then a thorough knowledge of what that job is, and knows what same aims to effect. Yes, the old man was a great one for determining the function of man, regarding it as the greatest virtue of all. Still, with time it has morphed into a different perception.
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Abigail hette droom gehad, n roeping, soort van. Ennie berigte omtrent haar afsterwe was erg deurmekaar, aanvanklik. Maar dat dit geen liegstorie was nie, is seker. Tog moes sy eers saamleef met wat sy daardie Woensdag middag begin het, daar in Brandfort, neffens Bloemfontein, toe die foon gelui het.
Wassit Amy Winehouse, mette gekruisde lyn, en erg opgewonde: “Hi babe, Amy here. Come on over and bring some white lines, will ya? I feel like a little party.” En natuurlik het Abby geweet watter Amy is oppie lyn, want het sy altwee die cd’s, dan nie?
“Have me a new guitar, so you must come play for us, ok?”
Kon klein Abby nie haar ore glo nie, kon sy nie ‘n woord uitkry nie, en strip Amy haar moer: “: "Hey, who the fuck? You little bitch, what ya doin on this line? Don't fuck with me, ok? Fuckin freak!" en sy gooi die foon neer. Maar Abby was in vervoering. Het sy gehoor wat sy wou, en met oop oe staan sy en droom, die doel van haar bestaan eenklaps sonner enige geheime.
En vanaf daardie oomblik was sy Amy Winehouse, het sy aangedring daarop dat almal innie huis haar aanspreek as Amy. Haar viende ook, en die onderwyser, en oom herklaas vannie keffie. Met haar spaargeldjies koop sy toe n nuwe kitaar, speel sy net Amy Winehouse liedjies, en trek sy aan soos Amy Winehouse. Haar hair-do is ook Amy, en selfs die Volksblad verwys na die 14 jarige Abigail as die Vrystaat se eie amy winehouse.
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