Robert Escarpit

 After I wrote the previous post I decided to look for his bio. Quite amazing - he was an editor of the Canard Enchaine - my favorite publication. I also wanted to be capable  to write using cultural references and calembours. [ I spent several hours in a car with a French young lady. I told her that in my youth I dreamt to write for a  French paper and asked her to guess which. - she immediately said Le Canard Enchaine] So Escarpit was a communist, he wrote on humor and on communication. 

Les êtres vivants sont ainsi faits que leurs accouplements sont rarement esthétiques.

L'humour est un art d'exister

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Bien vivre, c'est avoir de la mémoire.

La lecture est la forme la plus haute de la paresse.

L'érotisme est une pornographie de classe.

Perdre son temps avec soi-même est aussi une manière de s'aimer.

Rage...daily

 I have this colleague who publishes a post every day on his engineering blog. I like the person, and we have a friendly, professional relationship. However, I admire and totally hate his capacity to share something new, special, or meaningful every single day. It drives me crazy! When I was a teenager, I admired Robert Escarpit, who had one or two short paragraphs on politics every day in Le Monde. These were called billets. This is what I wanted to be able to do. I find impossible to have something meaningful to say every day. I just rage

Beauty?

What kind of beauty is this without tattoos? Doesn't she feel naked?