Freitag, 7. März 2008
Anna-rcho Duck de Balsac
Dear Duck-billed-platypus! *-*
How would you start your online diary with a hi? You'd probably put your paw onto the screen and smile. How's the weather over there? Yeah, I know. A lot of people are saying it's really cold and windy these days but I'm gonna write you every day and maybe add a handfull of amber colored rays here and there, so you feel a bit warmer. In fact I'm going to cut my head open for you and let it all pour out, hope you're not too sensitive when you see blood. Do you have days where you spend half of the day sleeping like a groundhog?
Today, was one of those days. I woke up at around 1pmish and went to the university library. It's only a five minute walk from where I live. Are you wondering what I took out? Two red books by Honore de Balzac; based on my moms recommendation to read some more french literature as I've only read Hugo, Dumas, Camus and Merimee (Camus and Merimee in french). So yeah I haven't read anything by him yet. Have you? Isn't there a monument of him by Rodin in Paris? I think I saw it when I was there in 1993. My favorite sculpture by him is
"The thinker"
which one do you like? I think most platypusses don't care about sculptures but I could be wrong. So, I got out of the library with my 2 red books under my arm and walked for a bit thinking "should I get a duck, should I get one?"... For several days I've been passing a shop and looking at the vitrine, 4 pretty ducks smiling at me. Well not really AT me they were more on the side but I'm sure if they had been facing me they'd be all smiling but have lonely eyes. "La profile" is of great advantage, even for ducks I guess, they wanted to present their pretty dresses. How is it for you platypusses? I was hearing some quacks and I'm sure they didn't come from the river nearby. I'm sure! Yeah I'm really sure; stop doubting me. I'm certain I wasn't the only one who heard them but I guess one person at a time can hear them. So they all wanted to be adopted but "which to pick?"
They were all pretty but I was kinda down to two; I couldn't resist I had to adopt one. I went into the shop and signed the adoptation papers for Punk Duck. This was a duck with personality; in fact he was the revolution in duck. He's was black with a pretty pink beak and a pink mohawk with tatoos saying "A", "dont vote", "punk", "sex pistols (on his ass)...So a perfect son to raise? While I'm writing this letter to you platy; let me know what rhymes with duck. Oh wait! Duck-Balsac-duck-balsac-duck. Duck de Balsac? What do you think?
I'll talk to you later
Love
Anna
PS: In real life, Honore de Balzac wasn't an aristocrat but he was trying to become one (and there was no de in his name). He constantly lived in the denial of his background and when he finally had earned his aristocracy, he realized how the human traits he tried to escape through changing the circle where the same everywhere.
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