Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 1997/03/14
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]At 02:22 AM 14/03/97 -0500, you wrote: >Ah, spring! The air so full of life and promise as each little bud >bursts forth in its exuberant reawakening. The birds chirping in the >trees, the happy peasants in the fields tilling the soil and planting, >the light green and gold in the morning, seeming to promise >something... > >This is my favorite time of the year. It's on days like this when I >dismiss the servants and walk through my mansion, my footsteps echoing >in its empty marble halls (rather like an immense mausoleum, don't you >know). When I am absolutely certain that no one else is spying about, >I disarm the triply-redundant burglar alarms and descend to my dark >basement, carefully locking the doors behind me. Then, after a few >moments of delightful anticipation, I open my vaults and select a few >examples from my immense collection of AKR-47's, BMW's, Montblanc >pens, and pristine unused Leicas -- none of which has ever been used >to expose a single frame. My strong, cruel fingers, so often used in >exploiting helpless third-world peoples, now lovingly fondle my >favorite possessions for a few happy hours before I return them to >their humidity-controlled, locked vaults. > >Thus renewed, I return to my daily routine of polluting the >environment, trampling the rights of little people, and eating meat. >So would all you sanctimonious impoverished artist types please stop >telling me to take pictures! Of course, I would never think of >reducing the value of my immense holdings by doing such a thing. > > Gentlemen: I think we'be been "had". And rather well, at that!