Fundraising Idea . . . See

So we're gonna have a book drive, see. And it's gonna be a smooth one, a real smooth book drive. We're gonna load up our automobiles with used books, see, this is how we're gonna do it. Got that Bugsy? We're gonna get other people to load up their cars with books too. Then we're gonna send everybody over to Concord High School, and we're all gonna dump 'em off, see, we're gonna dump off the books at the school for the Writing Club. Nyah, see, we'll make a fortune off of those used books, and we'll use the money to publish the magazine, see. Nyah, that's the plan, you hear that Bugsy? I'll say it again, now, this is how it's gonna be, see, all you fellas are gonna bring in your books, you hear, bring 'em in in your car, and take 'em to the Writing Club booksale. We'll sell other people's books there at cheap prices, see, at real cheap prices! We'll get the men to buy novels, and the broads to buy childrens books, nyah. And when we're finished, we'll grab the loot, from the sale, see, and take off down the road. The money'll be ours, see, all ours, nyah, nyah. We'll use it to print the 1454. Nyah see, you hear that Bugsy, all ours, nyah, nyah, nyah!

1454

I think we have our title for the Literary Magazine. That title is 1454, as in the year Johannes Gutenberg first mass printed the Bible on his printing press. Here is some history on the man. He was born in Mainz Germany around 1398 of noble blood. He was originally named Johann Gensfleisch zur Laden (his mother's maiden name was Gutenberg). He learned ze trade of ze goldsmith. Around 1428 poor Johannes and his family were exiled from Mainz for cavorting with local craftsworking rebels . . . who also led a revolution . . . which they were in. They moved to Strassburg. He is known best for the Gutenberg Bible! (of which, Zeb, St. Paul's has an original copy) Apparently Gutey couldn't see too well in his last months. That's because he was going blind (too much fine print?). He printed the bible first on his little hand press in 1440. This is technically the date, or so says the internet. We can choose either 1440 or 1454 and possibly even 1450 but I don't like the sound of that. 1454's got a ring to it. I'm glad we thought of it off hand, like not because we tried.

Grammerr?

The only thing I know. Is that I know nothing. Or whatever.

Also, I remember that my password is eight characters because it has to be. So, I may have used two numbers.

Dialogue

Does anyone have any thoughts on how to do a good dialogue? I know its kinda a broad question. but I thought i'd ask anyway.

This could be relevant, if you would want it to be

This is a segment of the lyrics to "Inflammatory Writ", a song by Joanna Newsom. There is a link to it around here somewhere. Listen, or read, or both at once! [The lyrics] will inevitably make best sense when they're heard the way they were intended to be heard.
I like the middle stanza best but that is, of course, just me.

And all at once, it came to me
And I wrote and hunched 'till four-thirty
But that vestal light
It burns out with the night

In spite of all the time that we spend on it
On one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet
While outside, the wild boars root
Without bending a bough underfoot

Oh, it breaks my heart
I don't know how they do it
So don't ask me!

Keep on Keepin on

I hope this club lasts all year. Does anybody else? I think if we are to have it remain (in other words, to keep thing as such) then we must either feed it an excess of Swiss sweets or a feast of fresh fruit. We have to avoid shitting in our club's mouth, which is at present well-brushed. So make sure your airplanes are carrying European passengers, nice ones (not French?) and not fat, quick-to-point-out Americans. Let us give if we are to get. Let us lift if we are to be lifted. Let us finish. . . well maybe that's the wrong word. I'm just saying, I admire this club and its members. Listen! Are you listening? Well............................WRITE! No, really. You administrators are so good at it, yes, even you "Chaste Chancellor". You are just what I was praying would come out of the metalwork and clang into this club. As your silly, silly magistrate I raise a toast, "Long live us!" (or if not, at least "Live us!"

P.S. Zeb, you got me all hanged up on ze grimoir. I ask, once you are over being so smarter than we all. Can you tell us grammar. Like maybe hand out, presentation or! I meaned "?" Really; I means can you asist us in grimoir w/ you're talentz?