A marvellous homespun cosmogogy by St. Sammy.

Saint Sammy:

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With his stomach delightfully anxious, Brian stared at Saint Sammy. The old man walked a step away, then wheeled with his long arm up... "What's Heaven like?" asked Ike. On the way out he had told Brian and Fat that Saint Sammy really got going when he talked about Heaven and how God made the world ... "What's Heaven like?" asked Ike. "What's it like, Sammy?" In a monotone, with the sing-songing stress of a child's Christmas recitation, Saint Sammy began: "To start with He give a flip to the fly-wheel a thought, an' here was Heaven an' earth an' Him plumb in the middle. She had no shape ner nothin' on her. 'Let there be light,' He seth, an' there was some. 'Suits me fine, 'He seth, 'an'I'm a-gonna call her night, an' 'm a-gonna call her day.' He took an' He gathered all the water together so the dry land stuck up; 'that there is dry earth,' He seth. 'Grass, 'He seth, 'let her come. An' she come. She jumped up green. He hung up the moon; he stuck up the sun; he pricked out the stars. He rigged out spring an' all an' winter an' He done it. He made Him some fishes to use the sea fer swimmin' n -- some fowls fer to use the air fer flyin' n."

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Can anyone add their own 'Sammyism', or find other Sammyisms online ?

Or better yet, is there anyone out there with any anecdotes of a real-life 'St. Sammy' or hermit or misanthropic recluse who dispenses wisdom to the pure of heart ?

[ July 08, 2002: Message edited by: flotsom ]