Overheard XIX

11 December 2006 at 14:27 Leave a comment

Two waiters at a slightly trendy cafe.

The Skinny One with attitude and a green corduroy jacket: “Coming to work this morning I saw the perfect picture of Baltimore.”

Friendly One with a navy sweater: “You mean ironically perfect?”

“Yeah. I was a bicycle chained to a tree with no seat with an open bottle of Crown next to it and dog shit.”

Friendly One pauses and gives a satisfied chuckle. “Thanks, I enjoyed that.”

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What I’ve been reading:

  • James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D. (London, 14 King William Street, Strand: William P. Nimmo, 1876). 3 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 3, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985). 4 years ago
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I am a misanthrope. No one ever believes me, but this seems to prove my point.

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