"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

26 February 2019


The story is told that when Joe was a child his cousins emptied his Christmas stocking and replaced the gifts with horse manure. Joe took one look and bolted for the door, eyes glittering with excitement. "Wait, Joe, where are you going? What did ol’ Santa bring you?" According to the story Joe paused at the door for a piece of rope. "Brought me a bran’-new pony but he got away. I’ll catch 'em if I hurry."  And ever since then it seemed that Joe had been accepting more than his share of hardship as good fortune, and more than his share of shit as a sign of Shetland ponies just around the corner, thoroughbred stallions just up the road.

Ken Kesey, from Sometimes a Great Notion

Thank you, Hopeleslie.

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