Jean-Paul Sartre, e.a.Poe, & Aau Revoir Vous Chatons Stupides de Débile

 

 

 

Best Experienced With:          James Blunt;          Same Mistake

(Please right click on the link below to open the suggested background music to this evening’s celebration of foster animals, Mr. Poe, smart friends, great book lines, and French existentialists)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxYJnRVUJ6s&feature=related

The two best lines, or sequence of lines, in any books ever written in this universe or any other universes are:

“So long and thanks for all the fish!”  (So Long and Thanks for all the Fish:  Douglas Adams)

“Do you like my party hat?  Yes, I do, I do like your party hat.  Good bye.  Good bye, then.”   (Go Dog Go:  Dr. Seuss) 

That is neither here nor there.    Here’s the progression on the little morons who are now onto the next step of the Underground Railroad that is the Friends of County Animal Shelters (FOCAS).

Week One

Why did I name mom Eulalie?  Was a Poe poem name given by a close friend with a Jupiter sized brain.   If you surround yourself with friends with massive brains, you can freely steal their ideas and not give them credit.  Keep that in mind.   You are welcome.

Eulalie:  (Edgar Allen Poe)

 I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

Ah, less- less bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
That the vapor can make
With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
Can vie with the modest Eulalie’s most unregarded curl-
Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie’s most humble and careless
curl.

Now Doubt- now Pain
Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
And all day long
Shines, bright and strong,
Astarte within the sky,
While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye-
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.

 

Week Somewhere in the Middle

Week Last

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.”   (Jean Paul Satre.)   That book line does not suck either; however, it is not as fun to say as “good bye…good bye, then.”

Good bye, then.