Monday, September 21, 2015

The Great Catsby


The Way of Cats blog wrote,

"It's ironic, all right.  The biggest gathering of cats who need homes is in shelters, where they are displayed to their least advantage.  Consigned to cages, stressed from who knows what, it can be a challenge to glimpse the true cat." ...And then followed this observation with the above captioned picture.

lol - "I killed a man, once..." -- reminds one of the passage in F. Scott Fitzgerald's novel, The Great Gatsby:

------------------ [excerpt] ------------ The two girls and Jordan leaned together confidentially.

"Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once."

A thrill passed over all of us.  The three Mr. Mumbles bent forward and listened eagerly.

"I don't think it's so much that," argued Lucille skeptically; "it's more that he was a German spy during the war."

One of the men nodded in confirmation.

"I heard that from a man who knew all about him, grew up with him in Germany," he assured us positively.

"Oh, no," said the first girl, "it couldn't be that, because he was in the American army during the war."  As our credulity switched back to her she leaned forward with enthusiasm.  "You look at him sometimes when he thinks nobody's looking at him.  I'll bet he killed a man."

She narrowed her eyes and shivered.  Lucille shivered.  We all turned and looked around for Gatsby.  It was testimony to the romantic speculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from those who found little that it was necessary to whisper about in this world.

------------ [end excerpt]


"Somebody told me he killed a man..."

-- "And why're you in here?"


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