A Portrait of Vapidity as a Young Woman
I was at a small bookstore today scanning over the "S" section for Sartre when I noticed a man and his two daughters. I noticed the man specifically because of his fanny pack and khaki shorts -a rarity here in Montréal- and the oldest daughter because of her loud, whiny voice. After the father made a comment to an employee about another bookstore he knew, one that was "hippi-ish like this one" I eavesdropped more intently.
"Honey," the father said to his daughter, "you should read this book." He held up James Joyce, "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man".
"Hmm?"
"Well honey it's very famous and readable."
"Ugh, is it philosophy? Cause I hate philosophy."
The youngest daughter proceeded to knock over a stack of books and then confess that she really had to pee-pee.
"Honey," the father said to his daughter, "you should read this book." He held up James Joyce, "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man".
"Hmm?"
"Well honey it's very famous and readable."
"Ugh, is it philosophy? Cause I hate philosophy."
The youngest daughter proceeded to knock over a stack of books and then confess that she really had to pee-pee.
posted by lowercasecarmen at 2:24 PM
6 Comments:
Miss Carmen, I had feared that you had met some sort of untimely demise. Glad you see I was incorrect.
sartre is good. many people kinda outgrow philosophy. many more never get it in the first place.
yay, Carmen is back!!
imac
um, i read that book in high school... definitely not for a person that tells their father they have to peepee
Nothing, Carmen, would make me happier than you returning to your writing ways.
i don't much for eavesdropping but sometimes they are just so nutty, i mean like a walnut.
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