On gently smelling

December 6, 2013

We had a dog, a mallorcan hound, the hounds slightly crazy, who dance in the moonlight, striped, not all one colour as the spanish hound of the continent. We called this dog Polybe because we were pleased with articles in the Figaro signed Polybe … He had an incurable passion for eating filth and nothing would stop him. We muzzled him to see if that would cure him, but this so outraged the russian servant of the english consul that we had to give it up. Then he took to annoying sheep …Polybe had one nice trait. He would sit in a chair and gently smell large bunches of tube-roses with which I always filled a vase in the centre of the room on the floor. He never tried to eat them, he just gently smelled them. (From the Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas, by Gertrude Stein)

December 6, 2013



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“If I’ve tried to bring anything to federal politics, it’s the idea that hope and optimism should be at their heart; we can look after each other better than we do today.” -Jack Layton

His letter to us.



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