24 મે, 2011

Best paragraph in the obituary of the 104-year-old heiress Huguette Clark.

"For the quarter-century that followed [her mother's death], Mrs. Clark lived in the apartment in near solitude, amid a profusion of dollhouses and their occupants. She ate austere lunches of crackers and sardines and watched television, most avidly 'The Flintstones.' A housekeeper kept the dolls’ dresses impeccably ironed."

23 ટિપ્પણીઓ:

traditionalguy કહ્યું...

Too bad she did not get herself an internet connection. She could have told some great stories on blogs.

Mutaman કહ્યું...

Hey Meade, about time the Reds won a game.

અજ્ઞાત કહ્યું...

Unleash the shrinks!

A. Shmendrik કહ્યું...

Her father, a copper baron who once bought himself a United States Senate seat as casually as another man might buy a pair of shoes...

Eveyone who didn't think of Herb Kohl when they read that - raise your hand.

edutcher કહ્યું...

What tg said. She would have been a wealth of stories about Gotham in her day.

I don't doubt the Astors, who made their fortune in the West, too, regarded her family as gauche, vulgar nouveau riche.

Also, what Shmendrik said. The Gray Lady acts so scandalized about her father's buying a Senate seat, but drools over the Lefties who use the welfare state for the same purpose.

KCFleming કહ્યું...

Huguette: Donald Trump's description of a rotund female.

KCFleming કહ્યું...

Apparently, The Glass Menagerie was fact-based.

Heather કહ્યું...

Pogo,

The thought that she was Autistic came first to my mind too.

Fred4Pres કહ્યું...

sad and strange.

Nice comment traditionalguy!

Freeman Hunt કહ્યું...
આ ટિપ્પણી લેખક દ્વારા દૂર કરવામાં આવી છે.
Freeman Hunt કહ્યું...

Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.

Blest! who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day.

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.


(Ode on Solitude by Alexander Pope)

Fred4Pres કહ્યું...

The Flintstones?

What, no Gilligan's Island?

Wince કહ્યું...

Fuck interesting stories about turn of the Century New York society, I'd be interested to know whether she thought the introduction of the Great Gazoo was the moment when The Flintstones jumped the shark.

Triangle Man કહ્યું...

Too bad she did not get herself an internet connection. She could have told some great stories on blogs.

If she had done this, perhaps she would have been wooed by a commenter.

YoungHegelian કહ્યું...

I guess she's yabba-dabba done now.

RIP.

Triangle Man કહ્યું...

I'd be interested to know whether she thought the introduction of the Great Gazoo was the moment when The Flintstones jumped the shark

Is there any question about this?

Roux કહ્યું...

Sounds like a life and fortune totally wasted.

KCFleming કહ્યું...

"Great Gazoo was the moment when The Flintstones jumped the shark

Is there any question about this?
"

Bamm bamm and Pebbles led to the fall. Gazoo just made it obvious.

Triangle Man કહ્યું...

Bamm bamm and Pebbles led to the fall. Gazoo just made it obvious.

You make a strong case.

KCFleming કહ્યું...

It was my college thesis.

Ricardo કહ્યું...

What I got out of it was that you can live a long time on a diet of sardines. They must be right about the Omega-3s, calcium, protein, good fats, etc. I've read that one of the top problems in the normal geriatric diet is a lack of adequate and quality protein.

Titus કહ્યું...

I fucking love this obit and wish I she would of been my fag hag.

There can be big bucks in being the fag friend of a rich old woman.

William કહ્યું...

Who knew that doll clothes can lose their crease? I wonder if the maid had a little tiny doll iron to properly iron those little tiny doll creases. The pleats must have been especially challenging.....We all like to think that we serve some useful purpose in the world. The maid must have occasionally had bouts of existential angst while ironing. It's one thing to be trapped in a pointless life, but it must be even more poignant to lead your life facilitating the futility of another's life.

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