Saying "silly" (to women) is impolite. This is an idea we've imported from France, directly. But being silly is still allowed as long as one is among friends.

I don't know... At the very end of things, when Chance has its way with us caterpillars, dinner or butterfly, do we? Can we?

I suppose as butterflies we may have our happy lives and go on to make more little butterflies and many more little cocoons. But I've never been dinner, yet. (Always that "yet" in all things...) Don't quite know what to expect after that.

I'm actually learning to think French culture, which I used to admire so much--when I was among the importers--a bit too silly. Especially now that they are turning the ideological tables on us and blaming us for their racism. Becoming so--what? American? Like all cultures it has its moments and highlights. But then there are those terrible bulletholes in the Luxembourg Gardens and the paucity of women in the Pantheon. The list goes on, as does the list everywhere else, and no less where I am sitting.

Chance is the guide to all things. The control in the Universe. And nothing controls Chance.

Lift a glass to Chance, DL, and hope that it blesses...whatever it may. If we have the opportunity to see its benefits let us Seize that Day.

Possessor of Paul Newman eyes. Author of the straightforward & strange. “Women zai shuo ba.” Be useful; share what you can; help others always. Doctor of texts.

Possessor of Paul Newman eyes. Author of the straightforward & strange. “Women zai shuo ba.” Be useful; share what you can; help others always. Doctor of texts.