21 September 2018
Was it in Ivanhoe, the 1952 film, that one of the cast said:
“What arm d’ye elect to bear?”
To which the reply was:
“I bear mace and chain this day!”
Well I ask that you, from another film (with Romans I think), say:
“Prepare to hurl boulders!”
At me that is; for they are richly deserved.
Clever, funny and usually at someone else’s expense, the words jump out before one thinks, so keen is one to make a smart remark or score a point. And then it’s too late — you can’t un-say what you said or take them back.
Even an: “Oh gosh, I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to say that, do forgive me!” is no use. The words are forever said. If you are lucky, the recipient may forget them after many years.
You won’t, and I haven’t.
One of our children, aged about nine I suppose, made a small clay pot with a lid, crazily painted; and gave it to us as a Christmas present. Without thinking I thanked her for it, referring to the little pot as “yet another half baked handout.”
What a thing to say to a nine-year-old! What a beastly, hurtful remark to make!
Fifty years later the creator of the pot laughs heartily when remembering (often) the incident. I blush with shame as well I might.
Now, where are those boulders?