Je n’appelle pas gaieté ce qui excite le rire, mais un certain charme, un air agréable qu’on peut donner à toutes sortes de sujets, meme les plus sèrieux.
Encore La Fontaine avait-il, à coup sûr, le gout des idées. Mais il lui suffisait de jouer avec elles. Même les problems qui semblent le plus occupier son esprit, qu’un peu de temps passe, il ne s’en soucie plus. Comme l’Acante de sa comédie Clymène il est:
Un home inégal à tel point
Que d’un moment à l’autre on ne le connait point.
Our brain is a bush in our head. The bush can grow a little bit but so far it has stayed within the head. Our soul is what runs about in that bush, madness, obsessions, fobies of various types. Well, its not much to lol about.
Hello, when we are old enough to pass on then we have forgotten everything in life. That's normal!
The summary of all Changes in life makes up a mess like London Underground. You never know where it will end. To tell that you were the pilot makes me lol.
When you look on it from a distance it is very impressive indeed. When you are close to it it is nothing at all. /Short version by me of a fable of La Fontaine.
I'm fond of the famous formula of Berkeley “Esse est percipi” , i.e. “To be is to be perceived” in English.
It's distasteful when guys try to shove me around. Hate it!