Return-Path: <@FINHUTC.HUT.FI:LOJBAN@CUVMB.BITNET> Received: from FINHUTC.hut.fi by xiron.pc.helsinki.fi with smtp (Linux Smail3.1.28.1 #14) id m0p9wNG-0000PbC; Wed, 15 Dec 93 15:34 EET Message-Id: Received: from FINHUTC.HUT.FI by FINHUTC.hut.fi (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with BSMTP id 1160; Wed, 15 Dec 93 15:34:58 EET Received: from SEARN.SUNET.SE (NJE origin MAILER@SEARN) by FINHUTC.HUT.FI (LMail V1.1d/1.7f) with BSMTP id 1157; Wed, 15 Dec 1993 15:34:58 +0200 Received: from SEARN.SUNET.SE (NJE origin LISTSERV@SEARN) by SEARN.SUNET.SE (LMail V1.2a/1.8a) with BSMTP id 5980; Wed, 15 Dec 1993 14:33:45 +0100 Date: Wed, 15 Dec 1993 13:14:52 +0000 Reply-To: ucleaar Sender: Lojban list From: ucleaar Subject: "On the job" X-To: lojban@cuvma.BITNET To: Veijo Vilva Content-Length: 1052 Lines: 24 Not long back the chatter digressed from Lojban to discuss the meaning of the briticism "on the job". I supplement that thread with the following illustrative quotation from the late (and so far far far too inadequately mourned by the curmudgeonly public) Anthony Burgess: "And she's rather taken to him, has she?" Roper began to tremble. "Taken to him! That's good, that is. I came home one night, late again, very tired, and you know what I found?" "You tell me." "On the job." Roper's voice rose. His hands clenched and un- clenched. They seized the sparkling hock and poured a sizeable tremulous measure. Then, panting, he said, loudly so that people looked at him, "On the bloody job. I saw them. His big bloody muscles all working away at it, enjoying it, and she was there under- neath him crying out _Schnell schnell schnell_." The solitary waiter, a German took this for a summons and started to come too. I waved him away. - _Tremor of intent_. Penguin 1969 [1966]. pp 34-5. ---- And