EDITOR, n. A person who combines the judicial functions of Minos, Rhadamanthus and Aeacus, but is placable with an obolus; a severely virtuous censor, but so charitable withal that he tolerates the virtues of others and the vices of himself; who flings about him the splintering lightning and sturdy thunders of admonition till he resembles a bunch of firecrackers petulantly uttering his mind at the tail of a dog; then straightway murmurs a mild, melodious lay, soft as the cooing of a donkey intoning its prayer to the evening star. Master of mysteries and lord of law, high-pinnacled upon the throne of thought, his face suffused with the dim splendors of the Transfiguration, his legs intertwisted and his tongue a-cheek, the editor spills his will along the paper and cuts it off in lengths to suit. And at intervals from behind the veil of the temple is heard the voice of the foreman demanding three inches of wit and six lines of religious meditation, or bidding him turn off the wisdom and whack up some pathos.
O, the Lord of Law on the Throne of Thought,
A gilded impostor is he.
Of shreds and patches his robes are wrought,
His crown is brass,
Himself an ass,
And his power is fiddle-dee-dee.
Prankily, crankily prating of naught,
Silly old quilly old Monarch of Thought.
Public opinion's camp-follower he,
Thundering, blundering, plundering free.
2009 Update: A subsidiary grouch employed to moderate writers with sobriety, solemnity, circumspection, brevity and britches. For these vices, the editor would be exiled if he did not delete.
Editor: Ms. Bumbleshook gave our Quilly some free publicity. I think you should have edited that word or line out!
["Silly old quilly old Monarch of Thought."]
Guess reluctantly, I'll be first again today.
That does sound like Bruce the Jackal! (My editor)
Bruce is actually very pleasant in his criticisms. But curse him anyway because he's right at least 95% of the time! ;-)
The word verification is "trentmac." Is this a mac belonging to a fellow named Trent? Or is this the macaroni and cheese of a fellow named Trent? Does Trent wear a mac while eating his macaroni and cheese?
All I no about Bruce the Jackall is that he is CHRISTINANE, just like every one else in the CHEESE MISTRESS family!
Thank you SO much for linking to ME!!!!
I ment to say UN-CHRISTINANE! The Cheese Mistress family are a bunch of heethings!
So, you could be an editor?
Editor: She who holds the weight of my dreams in the palm of her hands and fixes all my bad grammar.
I hope my editor doesn't delete me.
There are 2 things I cannot stand:
1.) attention I can't soak up
So, would somebody please edit Jim for clarity? I have no idea why he's talking about me!
Oops! Never mind! I often read the comments BEFORE I read the post.
Before I read this post - who employs the grouchy editor?
Do we pay to comment at this site?
I don't know about others but Doug transfers my fee weekly, and I get chicks for free, too.
Editor: a scissorhands.
Jim, you could always wait a spell. Nice catch, by the way.
Lily, rectitude only gives extra impetus to the exile.
Pansi, I'm just earning my afterlife, after all.
TLP, I'm getting a little big for my britches.
Sounds like a nurturing deity, Jenn. Well heathened.
Right on, Bear. Click away, Jimmy Olson.
Nessa, I think you can defend yourself at length.
Quilly, I'm skeptical of attention you can't soak up. That's like barbecue I can't finish.
Anonymous, the grouchy editor works for the satisfaction. If you properly follow proper protocols for payment, you may receive compensation in Hungarian Forints (5/200 sarcasms) like Ariel.
Ariel, you get chicks for eating in downtown Pest. It's only free when Wedewe buys. Hot dog-ok!
great caesar's ghost ,think it is
OLSEN.....(could not help myself,
must be a little editor in me,or just an _ss)....Peace
the check is in the mail,please do not block my access.........
Jimmy Olsen was the photographer and it is much more difficult for an editor to alter a picture than words.
I like the 2009 update *chuckle* :)
Some probably should delete themselves ;)
Anonymous2, you are so brave, the rest of us only dare to say things like "this blog is too smart for us to understand", and that "Doug is such a special person", hurray to you! Time for the caesar to walk naked!
And I don't know what today's word will be but I do not get the definition!
Someone whose needs few offerings meet at this time.
Great Caesar's Ghost, Bear, I should have thought of that line when I answered you the first time.
And yet, Icy, you manage somehow.
Welcome, Nicole. Those that won't delete themselves become editors to others, I guess.
Ariel. Caesar is down to the bones now. For your sake maybe "Waking Retjo" should be next.
Stet the sentence, Weirsdo, whole.
*leaves comment in usual crow fashion*
I have made my peace with editors...somebody's gotta do it...and I put my voodoo dolls away (though I always have the urge to pull 'em out every time I am denied or deleted :-)
“How often we recall, with regret, that Napoleon once shot at a magazine editor and missed him and killed a publisher. But we remember with charity that his intentions were good.”
That having been said, I could use one of those grouches.
Terry, glad I'm indoors.
Hey, there, Michael. I've found I can do without the dolls as long as I keep the pins handy.
Great quote, Coop. You do fine on your own.
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