Speaking of things that happen in libraries, this posting reminded me of an event that happened -- In my grade-school, the librarian kept (what must have been a plaster copy) of Constantin Brancusi's "Mademoiselle Pogany" right there at eye level with everyone of us. The consensus was that we all pretty much hated it. One day towards the end of the school year, a group of us pooled our dimes and nickels, and offered to pay our friend and colleague Carl Francis to kiss it, provided we could witness it. (To some, Carl was a good match, and generally, he was liked about as much as the sculpture.) Of course, he did it for the money, and we were thrilled for having grossed ourselves out. The very next day we discovered to our additional horror that overnight, Mademoiselle Pogany came to be on the floor, smashed to bits. From that day on, we all were convinced the sculpture couldn't handle it, and must have done itself in.
Thank you for the awesomeness. Ooh, fish!
Those are some stop-motion frolicking books!
I knew it! I know my books were alive! WHAT ARE THEY PLOTTING WHILE I SLEEP?!!????
Speaking of things that happen in libraries, this posting reminded me of an event that happened -- In my grade-school, the librarian kept (what must have been a plaster copy) of Constantin Brancusi's "Mademoiselle Pogany" right there at eye level with everyone of us. The consensus was that we all pretty much hated it. One day towards the end of the school year, a group of us pooled our dimes and nickels, and offered to pay our friend and colleague Carl Francis to kiss it, provided we could witness it. (To some, Carl was a good match, and generally, he was liked about as much as the sculpture.) Of course, he did it for the money, and we were thrilled for having grossed ourselves out. The very next day we discovered to our additional horror that overnight, Mademoiselle Pogany came to be on the floor, smashed to bits. From that day on, we all were convinced the sculpture couldn't handle it, and must have done itself in.