Shouldn’t all the knives be sticking out the back, not the top?
Given that he was stabbed 23 times, it’s unlikely that the crowd of participants were all able to get him in the back.
Most of them didn’t get him in the back. Brutus supposedly stabbed him in the groin.
” it’s unlikely that the crowd of participants were all able to get him in the back.”
But it IS likely that they all stabbed him in the head?
Kilby, they had to stab him where they did because the other side was protected by a salad bowl.
Fronds, Romaines, crunchymen, lend me your emulsions,
I come to eat Caesar, and not to praise him.
The good that mayonnaise does lives after it,
The bad is oft inferred with its belches.
–William Shrugspinach
@ Shrung – Excellent lyricism, but I believe the attribution is outdated. In later years the bard of Stinkfart upon Crouton settled on the spelling “Shakesdressing“.
This place is just the best.
The unkindest cut of all.
Were you ‘bowled’ over, SingaporeBill?
I’m afraid I’d only come up with word salad. myself.
CIDU Bill should have started the thread rolling with,
“Lettuce now begin with the puns…”
And after it all was over, the salad was devoured by the conspirators. Et tu, Brute?
Of course they eat salads, Mike: how do you think Brutus keeps that lean and hungry look?
Er, Bill, it was Cassius who had the “lean and hungry look.”
(Brutus was himself a salad — “the noblest Romaine of them all.”)
(And Casca wasn’t interested in salads, but he was “quiche metal once.”)
But all old news today, since it was yesterday that was The Ides of Munch.
Oh, you’re right, Shrug. In my defense, when I read the play in high school, it was contemporary literature.
Bill – you actually read it in school? The guy (not Robert) I dated my senior year was in my sophomore year English (and most other) class. When we were suppose to read Julius Caesar I did not bother to and then was answering the teacher’s questions, the guy was amazed and had thought I would be in trouble when the teacher asked questions and I raised my hand. I admit it. I knew the story and did not bother to read the play.
Beware the endives of March!
Shouldn’t all the knives be sticking out the back, not the top?
Given that he was stabbed 23 times, it’s unlikely that the crowd of participants were all able to get him in the back.
Most of them didn’t get him in the back. Brutus supposedly stabbed him in the groin.
” it’s unlikely that the crowd of participants were all able to get him in the back.”
But it IS likely that they all stabbed him in the head?
Kilby, they had to stab him where they did because the other side was protected by a salad bowl.
Fronds, Romaines, crunchymen, lend me your emulsions,
I come to eat Caesar, and not to praise him.
The good that mayonnaise does lives after it,
The bad is oft inferred with its belches.
–William Shrugspinach
@ Shrung – Excellent lyricism, but I believe the attribution is outdated. In later years the bard of Stinkfart upon Crouton settled on the spelling “Shakesdressing“.
This place is just the best.
The unkindest cut of all.
Were you ‘bowled’ over, SingaporeBill?
I’m afraid I’d only come up with word salad. myself.
CIDU Bill should have started the thread rolling with,
“Lettuce now begin with the puns…”
And after it all was over, the salad was devoured by the conspirators. Et tu, Brute?
Of course they eat salads, Mike: how do you think Brutus keeps that lean and hungry look?
Er, Bill, it was Cassius who had the “lean and hungry look.”
(Brutus was himself a salad — “the noblest Romaine of them all.”)
(And Casca wasn’t interested in salads, but he was “quiche metal once.”)
But all old news today, since it was yesterday that was The Ides of Munch.
Oh, you’re right, Shrug. In my defense, when I read the play in high school, it was contemporary literature.
Bill – you actually read it in school? The guy (not Robert) I dated my senior year was in my sophomore year English (and most other) class. When we were suppose to read Julius Caesar I did not bother to and then was answering the teacher’s questions, the guy was amazed and had thought I would be in trouble when the teacher asked questions and I raised my hand. I admit it. I knew the story and did not bother to read the play.