February 16, 2009
THEBENS THINK OEDDY ISCOOL. NOPROBS.
Via Futility Closet, Oedipus Rex, expressed in licence plates:
ONCEPON ATIME LONG AGO IN THEBES IMKING. OEDIPUS DAKING. LVMYMRS. LVMYKIDS. THEBENS THINK OEDDY ISCOOL. NOPROBS.
OKAY MAYBE THEREZZ 1LTL1. MOTHER WHERERU? WHEREAT MYDAD? NOCALLZ NEVER. HAVENOT ACLUE. INMYMND IWNDER WHOAMI? IMUST FINDEM.
JO MYWIFE GOES, "OED DON'T USEE? WERHAPPI NOW LETITB." IGO, "NOWAY. IAMBOSS. DONTU TELLME MYLIFE. INEED MYMOM. II WILLL FINDHER. FIND BOTHOF THEM."
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The ending is really weird. Sick people, those Greeks. READ IT, DAMN YOU! READ IT!
P.S.
The cockroaches have eaten my shirt.
Labels: literature, The Grandeur that Was Greece
Comments:
That's a common claim in Baltimore, but we usually find, on investigation, ourselves able to reassure subjects that no cockroaches were involved. In most cases the sweaters were actually eaten by giant rats — not slithery little sneaky rats, but great big bluff hearty rats with honest, open faces and all their cards on the table. No cause for alarm at all.
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