The ancient Romans had a saying, "Errare humanum est." It never attained the restroom stall cachet of St. Odon of Cluny's, "Inter faeces et urinam nascimur", but it expresses an equally inarguable truth of the human condition: we fuck up. Despite our best intentions and lofty aspirations to perfection, human endeavors are beset with flaws.
Alas, I am tragically human in this regard. Despite my best efforts, I get things wrong. In the digital world, such as this blog, it is a simple matter to correct any offending glitches post-publication. Not so in the archaic medium of print. Once the ink hits the paper, it is nigh impossible to unfix the blemish from the printed page and right the egregious depredations of misfired neurons and errant fingers.
Which brings us to the point of this post. (1) I wrote a book called "Anal Sex Haiku, Lascivious Limericks & Other Drivel" and I have made an error. Probably more than one. Probably many more than one, but only one that I'm aware of today. As the sagacious Grand Admiral Thrawn once opined, "Anyone can make an error; that error doesn't become a mistake until you refuse to correct it." On the other hand, as Josh Jenkins once said, "To err is human, but when the eraser wears out ahead of the pencil you're overdoing it."
In any event, I'm here to issue a mea culpa and correct my error(s).
If you are among the few, the happy few, (or, to be more accurate, the minuscule few) who have read my book, and have noticed an error, please post a correction in a comment. For, as John Locke wrote, "It is one thing to show a man that he is in an error, and another to put him in possession of truth." I await, with appropriate dread, the opprobrium that I so richly deserve.
[To keep the errata to a reasonable length, let's agree to excuse questionable punctuation unless you find some comma placement that truly verges on the catastrophic.]
To conclude, as Alexander Pope once said, "To err is human, to forgive divine." I beseech your apotheosis and humbly beg forgiveness for the errors delineated below.
The Catalog of Errors:
On page 62, in limerick 486, an extraneous word crept into the last line while another was, simultaneously, omitted. Here is the corrected version:
Daunting David was hung like a giant And brandished his rod like a tyrant. He had the respect Of the locker room set But the women were scared and passed by him.
On the back cover, I grievously misspelled the Latin, legal term, "Res ipsa loquitur". As a non-English phrase, I thought my spell-checker was giving me a false positive when it flagged "Res ipso locutor". Google didn't present me with an alternate spelling and it returned a bunch of hits so I thought I had it right. Unfortunately, there are a lot of sloppy spellers out there.
While I'm copping to errors, I should publicly acknowledge a non-printed error. I hand number the books that I sell in person and I mistakenly labelled two 97's and two 98's. I've skipped #105 and #106 to re-align the book count with the numbering.
Salivo ergo sum,
D.I. Prime
December 1, 2007
(1) Wow. Getting to the point by the third paragraph, that might be a new record.
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