According to Heller's daughter, he never said that. So, while we know the SLA "borrowed" his stinging reply from SOMEONE, that's all we know. The shoe bit sweetens the mystery.
Usurptation is a dish best served cold with champagne artfully dodged from gauche gulpers who, though shallow they were, recovered sufficiently, socially to order more, more. Here, here!
His stupid petit mustache drips “usurped”…his wife notices.
Enough. And you know people love you for you, not your wallet. I dream of winning the lotto (but I never remember to buy a ticket) and should I win one of those almost a billion pots, I keep a list of those I love and am willing to take along the yellow brick wall. That way no one is jealous. I’m over a hundred on that list. But don’t cross me. In the meantime, some might consider me eligible for food stamps but eh I have enough.
No doubt he was shocked and appalled, as you seriously left with the upper hand extended, even if you were shoeless upon your exit, stage right ... ;-)
Shoes, schmoes. You left the field with honor.
And, perhaps, a dinner roll in his pocket.
Some people understand what is important in life.
Profound. As expected.
The "enough" anecdote was actually Joseph Heller's comment at a gathering with a wealthy person.
According to Heller's daughter, he never said that. So, while we know the SLA "borrowed" his stinging reply from SOMEONE, that's all we know. The shoe bit sweetens the mystery.
Nothing a wrap with electrical tape can’t fix.
Well played. I first heard line in a story between Kurt Vonnegut and Joseph Heller, but I never knew anyone who used in real life. Bravo!
"Poor and content is rich, and rich ENOUGH" - by some other SLA
Barefoot, you are a far better man than he. was. (preposition or something..? idk..)
Go barefoot like Jesus.
Usurptation is a dish best served cold with champagne artfully dodged from gauche gulpers who, though shallow they were, recovered sufficiently, socially to order more, more. Here, here!
His stupid petit mustache drips “usurped”…his wife notices.
You.
Enough. And you know people love you for you, not your wallet. I dream of winning the lotto (but I never remember to buy a ticket) and should I win one of those almost a billion pots, I keep a list of those I love and am willing to take along the yellow brick wall. That way no one is jealous. I’m over a hundred on that list. But don’t cross me. In the meantime, some might consider me eligible for food stamps but eh I have enough.
A worthy rejoinder that is to be expected from a SLA such as yourself. But the originality of the riposte left me gasping.
No doubt he was shocked and appalled, as you seriously left with the upper hand extended, even if you were shoeless upon your exit, stage right ... ;-)
Is this a story about you or Kurt Vonnegut and his pal, Joseph Heller?
Did you credit Vonnegut for the comment? ;)
So you had your dessert.
All the best warriors leave the battlefield with something left behind.