remmers
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Nov 9 07:37 UTC 1991 |
I fear that the degree to which my writing will be taken seriously
in the future is inversely proportional to the amount of text I
devote to the discussion of fruit pies, torts, cakes, and other
desserts. By contrast, those pieces which dwell upon graveyards,
tombs, crypts, and other habitats of the deceased will, I am sure,
receive the most respectful attention. The generations to come
will not necessarily know about the dessert fashions of our era
but will be as fully acquainted with the dwelling places of the
dead as we are today, if not more so. My essays on banana splits,
apple strudle, peach cobbler, and strawberry cheesecake are, I
fear, likely to be ridiculed by future generations, who will view
them as the demented fantasies of a ravenous crackpot. Yet I
shall continue to write of these things, for it is my fervent hope
that someone will see fit to preserve samples of today's desserts,
freeze-dried, in a time capsule; when the capsule opens sometime
in the far future, my writing will serve as a guide to the proper
appreciation of these delightful treats.
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danr
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response 3 of 6:
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Nov 11 23:45 UTC 1991 |
However, my dear sir, should that time capsule fail to include chocolate
and vanilla confections, I'm afraid our successors will get a stilted
view of our endeavors.
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