naughty

Jubjub Ah! Here I am. Dec 21, 2009

thesaraheffect Last night I read a verse in my King James bible which, had I not already been a lover of the Book, would have converted me then and there:

"Wherefore lay apart all filthiness and superfluity of naughtiness, and receive with meekness the engrafted word, which is able to save your souls."

Beautiful, just beautiful. Sep 16, 2009

fbharjo naughty meanings has gone from 'bad' to 'mischief' Sep 7, 2009

reesetee Why would you do that to a kid?

Now, a pet bird....

*pondering* Jun 10, 2009

chained_bear Oh! Yes, of course.
*now pondering "Xerxes"*

I almost named my dog Xerxes when I was a kid. Maybe I should consider naming my kid Xerxes now that I'm a bear. Jun 10, 2009

rolig Right, C_B, but not to be confused with "Atta Xerxes!", which is how the Old Persians praised their kids and dogs when they did something clever. Jun 10, 2009

chained_bear Artaxerxes...

Artaxerxes... *ponders* Jun 10, 2009

rolig Interesting citation, Yarb. Gibbon must be using the word in the sense of "disobedient" or perhaps "unruly", if not in the more archaic sense of "wicked". Jun 10, 2009

yarb The successor of Cyrus and Artaxerxes was the only rival whom he deemed worthy of his arms; and he resolved, by the final conquest of Persia, to chastise the naughty nation which had so long resisted and insulted the majesty of Rome.

- Gibbon, Decline and Fall, XXIV. i. Jun 10, 2009

Prolagus There was a naughty boy,
A naughty boy was he,
He would not stop at home,
He could not quiet be-
He took
In his knapsack
A book
Full of vowels
And a shirt
With some towels,
A slight cap
For night cap,
A hair brush,
Comb ditto,
New stockings-
For old ones
Would split O!
This knapsack
Tight at 'is back
He rivetted close
And followed his nose
To the North,
To the North,
And followed his nose
To the North.

There was a naughty boy,
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see-
There he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red-
That lead
Was as weighty
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England-
So he stood in his shoes
And he wondered,
He wondered,
He stood in his shoes
And he wondered.

(John Keats) Feb 9, 2009

misterpolly When I was a little boy I was often naughty (sighs) now I find it much more difficult. Dec 13, 2007