Beware of turgid speeches masking commonplace passions; as though the soul's abundance does not sometimes spill over in the most decrepit metaphors, and since no one can ever give the exact measure of their needs, their ideas, their afflictions, and since human speech is like a cracked cauldron on which we knock out tunes for dancing-bears, when we wish to conjure pity from the stars. ~ Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary, 1857.

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    Saturday, November 7, 2009

    "Seashell & seashell too, seashell & seashell"

    Alexandre at the lake today. He calls it "ocean", and we don't really see the need to correct him, at this stage of development, because, wtf, it is awfully big, and technically an "inland sea" right?

    Anyway, he loves going down to the water. Loves the seashells, loves the immensity. i'd start going all jungian on it but i know better. blame it on the Collective Unconscious.

    And anyway, we were surrounded by little mussel shells, and yes, I realize that my camera is totally filthy. that dark stuff is inside the box. Nada I can do about it, except to never buy Sony again.
    blathered by Baywatch at 9:31 PM
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