flattered is good


No, no. Flattered is good. I’ve kissed the Blarney Stone. I’ve laid on the battlements of the Irish castle, on my back, neck arched out, lips firmly planted on the stone hundreds of thousands of other lips have kissed. I may not have gained eloquence, per se, that day, but blarney, flattery, maybe. Flattery is good, I think. Some famous dead people disagree. Sir Walter Raliegh said:

But it is hard to know them from friends, they are so obsequious and full of protestations; for a wolf resembles a dog, so doth a flatterer a friend.

I guess I didn’t realize flattery had to be false, a lie.

At least that’s what it used to mean - undeserved praise, for example. Over-complimentary. Consider the Spanish Proverb:

Flattery makes friends and truth makes enemies.

I guess I don’t see it that way. I don’t think. I think I’m rather good at flirting; the eyes, the lips, the wink, the right things to say, brush the hair from her shoulder. Flattery is the right things to say. I think I’m a straight-enough arrow, yes, that I needn’t lie to be flattering.

Maybe there’s another word for that, escaping my vocabulary. I’d like to know. Anyway, here’s a few more quotes I really like:

The reason that adulation is not displeasing is that, though untrue, it shows one to be of consequence enough, in one way or other, to induce people to lie. - Lord Byron

And my favorite:

Baloney is flattery laid on so thick it cannot be true, and blarney is flattery so thin we love it.



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