Tuesday, November 06, 2012
Le Chat: Politique et Pensif
Henri the cat shares his political, and then his medical, anomie with us. Alas, poor moggie, the fault is not in our stars but in ourselves. As he knows so, so well.
Viens sur mon coeur, âme cruelle et sourde,
Tigre adoré, monstre au airs indolents;
~ Baudelaire, Le Lethe
(h/t to Icanhazcheeseburger, where I first came across these delightful little oddities)
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4 comments:
no on screen translation of the last word "merde".
merde
How's your sick kitty doing?
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basil: She's holding her own, actually. The steroid doses we got from the vet have slowed the tumor growth. So she might be with us through the New Year, at least.
Lisa: Vraiment. Aren't these delightful? Had to pass them on.
I think my favorite bit other than "the white idiot" thing was Henri telling the vet about his existential despair and the vet cleans gunk out of his ears...
basil: Just played the "vet" one again and caught your "Merde..." at the very end. Missed that the first time - perfect ending.
These really are little gems.
I'm still giggling -- yes, the existential despair met by the ear cleaning ... the irony, the humiliation: As if, if only I could hear better, I'd get out of this funk.
,,, But I still have eyes to see the stipid, simpering white cat :)
The stoic cat and quick cuts are brilliant -- French New Wave chat.
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