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“Granted, granted I’m a babbler, a harmless, irksome babbler,
as we all are. But what’s to be done if the sole and express
purpose of every intelligent man is babble – that is,
a deliberate pouring from empty into void.”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground
What was I thinking? Oh yeah, dinner. What would be good? Fondue? Fondue. Fondue? We could do fondue. Do people still do fondue? We did fondue, when? Seventies? The seventies, Jesus. Carter, power, turn off the lights. Ford, gas, Nixon. Disco. Geez. Cheese? Cheese fondue? Yuck. Meat fondue? Yuck. Chocolate fondue? I don’t think we did chocolate. With what, marshmallows? That sounds disgusting. Did we really eat that? I didn’t.
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