I am so weird I never thought about it—just followed my interests—until Betsy Huntington told me I was eccentric in my late twenties. I had always patterned myself after the great naturalist–adventurers from the Victorians to Will Beebe and Roy Chapman Andrews, and was puzzled that I couldn't get around the world as easily. Once after I mused on this she stared at me and said in her best patrician drawl; " Stephen—don't you understand that they were all richer than GAWD?"
Until that moment it had never occurred to me.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Why are we so strange?
Is the title of this marvellous post on Querencia today. The photos! The hair! The joy! I am waiting to be tagged, oh yes. I laughed out loud loudest of all at this, from Steve: