How people at the upper echelons can be really funny and funnier yet to think about...

UNQUOTABLE QUOTES : LV - Mind unwinding tweezers

If you let « bygones be bygones » , there’ll be no FUTURE left, and since we can’t always live in the EVER PRESENT (yet that’s what we all do), WHAT are we living for ? By the same token, if we « followed » the above dictum "to the letter », there’d be no more WARS nor VENDETTAS, no more DIVORCES nor PATERNITY SUITS or even personal slights…. even if you don’t know what I really mean !

IF « It’s an ill wind that brings/blows no one any good ! », wherever you go, ensure that you have a thermometre on you, for the instant you feel the faintest breeze grace your temples, whip out your « thermo » and check your temperature, and if it’s « normal », rush home and keep the windows and doors wide open in anticipation of PRESENTS (hope the apertures are wide enough to permit the passage of a shining Ferrari, for instance) that are bound to tumble into your lucky lap ! You lucky Devil !

This’s a "guessing game ». Someone once said:
« Ich bin ein Berliner ! » at the Brandenburg Gate to a large cheering crowd. Yet, no one bothered to check his birth certificate ! When you know who called into question his predecessor’s inalienable birth rights, he didn’t doubt the veracity of the secret-valise codes he received from the man. Now, what would the President say in similar circumstances ?
« Ich bin ein Zzzzz..…. ! (fill in the blank space)

« … the ball is in your court now » says the guy who has run out of words… not so the Coco girl who said - after winning - « I gave my Mom a heart attack!"

What’s so "rotten in Denmark" to keep « buyers » away…

« No ifs and buts, I’ll bet the shirt on my back » that we’d leave by October 31st. Will the EU buy that !

« The British royalty will have to go if ever there were traffic jams » (due to the royal processions on London’s streets), said a Prince who still loves the rides attired in full regalia and refuses to go...

« To a Poet, Who would have me praise certain bad poets, imitators of his and mine

You say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another’s said or sung,
‘Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas. «
W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939

Sir, mighty Nobel pen drunk on Gaelic langue
’Twere more politic to cut the dog’s tongue
And let the saliva drool on festering fleas
Than to scratch with claws in joyful ease !
T. Wignesan, 19— - 20—

(c) T. Wignesan, Paris, August 8, 2019