Thursday, April 07, 2005

Before The Fall



Here's a clip from the May 22 Sunday. Spot and I don't share the same appetites, but in this case we share the same menu. Ice cream is simply the perfect food. But perfection rarely fits in the real world. I would eat ice cream on the hour, only stopping when the mortuary shut tight my coffin. That's how good ice cream is. And how bad it is.

The classic definition of tragedy, I think, is when a person's greatest virtue is also his greatest flaw.

Ice cream, the most tragic of foods.