Une chatonne, c'est moi
[Vox's Question of the Day]: Why do you think it is some people don't get along with you?
Vox, I simply do not follow your line of questioning. What shadows lurk in thy user-generated heart? I'm as likerous as Alison, the carpenter's wife:
She was so propre and sweete and likerous.
I dar wel seyn, if she hadde been a mous,
And he a cat, he wolde hire hente anon.
("She was so proper, and sweet, and likerous.
I dare well say, if she had been a mouse,
And he a cat, he would her hent anon.")
I dar wel seyn, if she hadde been a mous,
And he a cat, he wolde hire hente anon.
("She was so proper, and sweet, and likerous.
I dare well say, if she had been a mouse,
And he a cat, he would her hent anon.")
-- Chaucer, "The Miller's Tale"
Besides, blogs are better suited to pictures of cats than to essays on self-loathing. Take as evidence a brilliant example of the former, Cute Overlord. While Cute Overload posts sweet and pathetic creatures, Cute Overlord collects more dubious animal "friends."
To glance at Cute Overlord's photograph of an irate Siamese kitten is to hear Ozzy Osbourne's plaintive wail: "Is this the end, my
friend? Satan's coming 'round the bend."
If you insist on Baudelaire over Black Sabbath, then remember the poet's assessment of cats (les chats):
Amis de la science et de la volupté
Ils cherchent le silence et l'horreur des ténèbres
(Friends of knowledge and pleasure
They seek the silence and the horror of darkness [...])
Ils cherchent le silence et l'horreur des ténèbres
(Friends of knowledge and pleasure
They seek the silence and the horror of darkness [...])
-- Charles Baudelaire, "Les Chats", Les Fleurs du mal
(original French and several English translations at fleursdumal.org)
(original French and several English translations at fleursdumal.org)
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(bon voyage, slow learner!)