July 30, 2007

Ouais--J'ai Le Cafard

'Have you le cafard?' I asked, referring to the desert-madness that, bred of monotony, boredom, misery, and hardship, attacks European soldiers in these outposts--especially absinthe-drinkers--and makes them do strange things, varying from mutiny, murder, and suicide to dancing about naked, or thinking they are lizards or emperors or clock-pendulums.
--Beau Geste, Percival Christopher Wren

Hmmmmmmm no naked dancing yet but I do feel a bit like a clock pendulum, or a pair of Chuck Taylors. I just need to get back in bed and take the 49 day sleep cure. But first I need to finish a story about pickled plums.

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