I like to think of myself as an intelligent man at times, yet the Good Lord will always gently, sometimes humorously bring me down a step or two when I do. To give you a case of point, I enjoy reading quotes from others. I used to save them, but they have become so numerous, that I quit that.
I am sitting in a quiet bar at the Hilton in Adana, Turkey, with my little computer enjoying some quotes from Albert Einstein, when I came across a letter he wrote to a close friend of his in 1905, Conrad Habicht. His salutation was thus:
Dear Habicht, /Such a solemn air of silence has descended between us that I almost feel as if I am committing a sacrilege when I break it now with some inconsequential babble… / What are you up to, you frozen whale, you smoked, dried, canned piece of soul…?
Now, how can I compete with that? If I was going to write a letter to my good friend Grant, I would have simply wrote: Hey Griz-butt, how are you doing, you old fart?
See? No comparison. I have realized that intelligence lacks no humor.
Keep kicking butt. D.
Elleta Nolte said:
I’d never thought of it, but I, too, like to read the comments people make, who would have thought that highly intelligent old Albert would address his friend as frozen whale…
There’s thousands of funny wonderful comments out there; we read ’em and forget ’em. Of any good qualities I may have, my dry sense of humor is moat appreciated, as is yours.