I'm feeling very sorry for myself today, and sort of wishing I were still a boxer. It was nice to be able to beat people up in public.
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter - bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
"Because it is bitter,
"And because it is my heart."- Stephen Crane
If self-pity were a beverage, it would be the negroni, which grows on you.
THE BITTER HEART
1 1/2 parts Grey Goose L'Orange
1 part Campari
1/2 part Cointreau
1/2 part dry oloroso sherry (I like Lustau's "Don Nuño")
Stir very well in an ice-filled shaker. Strain into glass containing one large ice cube. Twist a piece of orange rind over the top to release its bitter oils. Garnish with a speared kumquat and sip slowly, remembering those who have wronged you.
Suggested listening:
She Belongs To Me
by Bob Dylan
She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black.
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.
She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She's nobody's child,
The Law can't touch her at all.
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She's a hypnotist collector,
You are a walking antique.
Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
For Halloween give her a trumpet
And for Christmas, buy her a drum.
