First, sorry to disappoint all six of you who read this with no post yesterday. There was a slight emergency with the roommate, but nothing some muscle relaxers won’t fix.
I was going to post these two quotations yesterday. They popped into my head for no known reason. The first is Hemingway, from The Garden of Eden; the second was from a college friend.
“What makes your martinis better than everyone elses, David?” Catherine asked.
“Gin,” he replied.
“I endure it like I endure locusts.”
(I foreget now what ‘it’ referred to. But I’ve always remebered the analogy.)