Funny. A line from Musil reappeared to me as I read your piece, something along the lines of “ideas that take great strides as if on stilts, touching the earth on tiny soles of experience.” (Looks down to find himself sporting a peg-leg and a Werther costume)
Also laughed out loud with the spatula discovery.
Does Flaubert in some way acknowledge the goodness of B & P's friendship?
You're coming to the Vaucluse?
He's fond of the them. Reminds me of Musil: Two Men Without Qualities.
A village called Bedoin, an hour out of Avignon. Know it?
Funny. A line from Musil reappeared to me as I read your piece, something along the lines of “ideas that take great strides as if on stilts, touching the earth on tiny soles of experience.” (Looks down to find himself sporting a peg-leg and a Werther costume)
Nice. Peg leg.
Now I'm going to have to write a cookbook and call it: Macaroni Causes Dreams...
Mes rêves de rigatoni...
That puts me in mind of Dream of the Rarebit Fiend.
Les Cauchemars de Comte et de Camembert