- I’ve had the phrase “Let us go forth to the field of Mars” going through my head all day, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out where it came from.
- Any of you literary types out there have a clue of its origin?
- I made a mistake tonight that caused a friend of mine to have an extra three to four hours of work fixing what I broke. Unfortunately, it’s not something I could help with.
- I need to do something to make up for it, like letting him punch me in the kidney or something.
- The Louisville Friends of the NRA banquet is coming up soon. If you’re in the area and want to buy a ticket, let me know.
- When you go for a month not eating fast food at all, getting a couple of cheeseburgers to go means an evening spent trying to figure out when you ate the fishing weights.
- I’m fast approaching that wonderful time of year when getting my kids educated translates into “I need another check”.
- Irish Woman attacked the jungle that grew up behind the garden boxes today. Apparently the weed whacker turned weeds several feet high into finely divided slaw.
- I wish she’d thought to have Girlie Bear take a picture because apparently she had weed and grass clippings everywhere.
- I may have found myself a new coffee joint. Yeah, it’s way over on the hippie/hipster side of things, but they make an excellent cuppa.
- ZZZZZZ
Thoughts on the Day
Posted by daddybear71 on August 12, 2013
https://daddybearsden.com/2013/08/12/thoughts-on-the-day-160/
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Erin Palette
/ August 12, 2013I think you’re riffing off a line from the prologue of Henry V:
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars and at his heels,
Leash’d in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire
Crouch for employment.
“Let us go forth to the field of Mars” is basically a fancy way of saying “Let’s go to war.” I do like it, though — the turn of phrase pleases my ear.
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Drang
/ August 13, 2013Sounds like a challenge to a duel.
The Campus Martius (“Field of Mars”) was where the militia assembled, but in Paris it was also the traditional site of “pistols for two, breakfast for one.”
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Geodkyt
/ August 13, 2013What Drang said — although it was ALSO where the free citizens of the Republic of Rome met to vote. Because to be a citizen, you had to be in the militia (and theoretically be able to equip yourself, although the concept of the volunteer militia was replaced by teh professional legionaries in teh late Republic). Until the early Empire, the Campus Martia was outside the walls of the city, so it was legal to bear weapons there.
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Old NFO
/ August 13, 2013Oh well, late as usual, Drang and Geodk got it… and heard that about another check… sigh
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daddybear71
/ August 13, 2013Thanks guys. It was just bugging me.
And I’ll be writing another check this evening NFO. Apparently the dog ate the one I wrote last night.
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Drang
/ August 13, 2013BinGoogling also indicated that St Petersburg had a “Campus Martius”, so I’m wondering if you’re remembering something from DLI.
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daddybear71
/ August 13, 2013Possible. I also spent a bit of time there once upon an assignment.
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Geodkyt
/ August 14, 2013Yeah, in later European usage, “the Field of Mars” was used as a term for the designated (or at least customary) dueling field, again, usually located beyond the local jurisdictionary boundary. I believe that’s part of the whole Classic Revivial schtick of the Enlightenment
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daddybear71
/ August 14, 2013Hmmm, maybe I was dreaming of challenging someone to a duel the other night.
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