Having read a review about Oxford’s Dictionary of Humorous Quotations, I had enough credits on my Amazon Visa Card to buy it for free. It is fun to read, but mostly useless.
Had I paid the price in real money, disappointment might have set in. But this is writing out loud. The book only arrived at noon today. It is too soon to judge its merits in spite of the fact that I have, but that is a consistent feature of judging, especially when judging others, or books.
Today”s blog title is taken from my new book. It is a quote from Lord Curzon, a British conservative politician and a Viceroy of India. I can’t help but think the Indians loved the gent. There I go again. Judging! Slap! Slap!
What makes his words a blog headline is that soup is my main diet at lunch. The only thing that changes with the seasons is the temperature of the bowl’s contents. In the warm months, I have pear soup and Gazpacho. Chicken Noodle has no appeal for me in July.
Come to think of it, being a gentleman never had much attraction for me. Too staid, without risk ( and apparently soup). I find life and I more pleasant in a relaxed, disheveled state. Besides, when disguised as a gentleman, soup always got on my tie.