US /ˈfulɪʃ/
・UK /ˈfu:lɪʃ/
the only reason to treat this beloved national holiday as "a time of mourning" is that some foolish Americans actually think that's a good idea.
this beloved national holiday as “a time of mourning” is that some foolish Americans
It has been designed to make you look stupid ad feel foolish.
But I felt very foolish being a judge.
But I, I felt very foolish, uh, being a judge.
No, you're foolish, nobody does that.
News that two people who had a harrowing break-up are now trying to get back together again a few months or years down the line tends, among sensible people, to raise at the very least suspicion, if not outright irritation and despair. Why are these two cursed lovers heading back to the old chaos and drama? Isn't this just a fantasy sprung from naivety, loneliness and most probably short-term lust? Shouldn't they keep faith with their original choice, double down on the highs and lows of dating and perhaps each buy a dog? And yet, to deny ex-couples any legitimate chance to revisit their situation also feels excessively punitive and in its way naïve, insisting blindly that people can never change, that psychotherapy and introspection, books and conversations, time and long walks have nothing whatsoever to teach us, is as foolish as to assume that change can come readily and lightly. For every misguided attempt to resume a relationship, there must be a proportion of equally misguided refusals to countenance a new start, born not out of wisdom so much as pre-emptive fear and disbelief that people are, occasionally, able to learn a new thing or two. We need to make progress a tool with which to strip the matter of sentiment and rationally distinguish mature from sentimental plans. What follows is a sequence of questions, amounting to a kind of examination, that exes who are meeting up again after a long break should discuss with one another – and as importantly, with themselves – before coming anywhere near to holding hands, let alone – and here we must be very definitive – going to bed.
Insisting blindly that people can never change, that psychotherapy and introspection, books and conversations, time and long walks have nothing whatsoever to teach us, is as foolish as to assume that change can come readily and lightly.
Foolish human, soon I and my brethren will cleanse the earth of your kind and rule unopposed over the vast, arid wasteland.
Foolish human.
Beneath it were the words, stay hungry, stay foolish.
It was their farewell message as they signed off, stay hungry, stay foolish.
So young, so foolish in the ways of love.
Poor naive Alice, so young, so foolish in the ways of love.
One can imagine a world in which oracles, soothsayers, prophets, popes, visionaries, imams, or gurus have been vouchsafed with the truth which only they possess and which the rest of us would be foolish, indeed criminal, to question.
the rest of us would be foolish, indeed, criminal, to question. History tells us that this is
You will deal occasionally with foolish people.
You will deal occasionally with foolish people.