“Si j’étais ruisseau, ou bien touriste, vous m’aimeriez tous, comme on aime les artistes,” dit Vincent par téléphone.
“Writing is a foreign language,” he said. “The best way to spell is in Phrench.”
That took place in the twentieth century but perhaps I am a nineteenth century man. I am clearly a petit bourgeois or willing to be one. This post is not to be taken literally.
I am tired of explaining why I will not take on an additional fine art as recreation.
I want to specialize and perfect, not to play. This makes me a petit bourgeois seeking coins and not allowing his mind to wander, his soul to fly.
Vincent would disagree with that conclusion.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 