Lore of the Unicorn (5): On Alicorns and Their Makers · 2:45am 20 minutes ago
Returning to the Indian rhinoceros, Mr. Shephard asks:
“Thinking, then, of the rhinoceros horn, what explanation can be made about its colors, white and black and red?”
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Returning to the Indian rhinoceros, Mr. Shephard asks:
“Thinking, then, of the rhinoceros horn, what explanation can be made about its colors, white and black and red?”
I think it will be instructive, before proceeding, to look carefully at a few correspondences I have received regarding the study of unicorns which we have undertaken, in order to get a sense for the universal flavor of the dialectic which always accompanies this topic.
The first of these arrives from one Professor Dimirti Apostolopouli of the Johns Hopkins Department of Robotics. He writes:
Dear Sir,
Setting aside the matter of bronies and anti-bronies, the book continues with a brief summary of the life of Cstesias, an ancient Greek physician who will play an important role in the birth of the unicorn in the European imagination. For, as it turns out, the mystery of unicorns “[leaves] a wide field for speculation and [surrounds] even the facts of which we are certain with bands of twilight…”
Before we embark on any further essays to fathom the unicorn—and seeing as we have remarked the work of one of its chroniclers, Odell Shepard, as being also the work of the first brony, and therefore parallel to our own work in the present time—it may be worthwhile to observe its countercurrent in the twentieth century; namely, that before Howard Stern and Mike Nelson, there was already an ‘anti-brony’ in the person of noted futurist Henry Ford, whose entrepreneurial success, however
A little while ago I was making a celebratory book grab when I stumbled on one of those thick quaint paperbacks from when reading was a primary entertainment for people, a Senate or a Dover print of some old thing, called The Lore of the Unicorn. I got it for the memes, but admittedly also, to become knowledgeable on the matter, a little like a scientist who would like to prove divine existence; or at least, to discover the history of a small forgotten town, that I might know divinity a
I don’t often speak about my encounter with Laurent Faust.
It was something bizarre… A few close friends know about it, but even they only have the outline. One would think that being in possession of such rare ‘yakety-yakyakistan’ as hers, would have made me a more well-known figure in the extended ponywebs--never mind ponylit. So why, for the sake of my career, hold anything back?