My wonderful friend who is a poet has been editing and working on a book of her works. Today she shared the title page with me, proud that she had finally named it. It's intellectual, but hilarious and witty. Very much like her:
Platonic Allergies
& Ailments
Of
The Absurd
Go on: wrinkle your nose- a nose so huge that Atlas would not carry it if you asked him- mock the famous mocker Latininus if you can, yet you will never succeed in saying more against my trifles than I have said myself. What use is there in champing your teeth? To be satisfied to sink them into meat. Save your energy. Keep your venom for those who admire themselves: I know my work is worthless.
-Martial, Epigrams, XIII, 2
I know my theory is crazy, but is it crazy enough? Neils Bohr
gigondas:
heady good times
gigondas:
Be glad I merely stole your words. Be. Very. Glad.