From Theodore Dalrymple:
“There is often more heroism in a life of quiet decency than in one of flamboyant deeds; but our minds are like those of bower birds, attracted to the bright, shiny, meretricious, and sensational.”
I wish I could write like that. The thought isn’t even central to Dalrymple’s essay; it just sits there, like a beautiful flower at the side of a busy interstate.
Well, what else did you expect?
So let’s wade into the chum-infested waters…
I was going to feature some hot liberal women, but I couldn’t find any. So you’ll just have to do with these conservative chicks:
I’m not sure about the last two, but what the hell, it’s Monday.
Off to work. That’s what I’m going to do.
What more can I say about Ingrid Bergman that hasn’t been said already? Nothing, is what. So just enjoy the view, but be aware there will be a quiz at the end.
Okay, here’s the quiz.
Imagine that you’re Rick Blaine, and Ingrid Bergman is looking at you like this:
Do you:
When your mother is the exquisite Ingrid Bergman, the odds are that the genetic result is going to be spectacular — and so it has been, with daughter Isabella:
But unlike her mother, who was trapped in a black-and-white world, Isabella has flourished in color:
And when your mother is Isabella Rossellini, you’re not going to be too far off that standard, i.e. daughter Elettra:
And yes, tomorrow’s Classic Beauty post will be about Elettra’s Gammy.
Not Hamlet’s squeeze, but The Band’s.
As seen on my meanderings around Teh Intarwebz:
Hey, it’s nearly the weekend… we all need a break from the lousy real world sometimes.