I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It's a way of looking at life. Dr.Seuss

Monday, August 9, 2010


I took these photographs yesterday late in the afternoon. I did a short walk in the fields nearby my house.  Some bitten pears laying in the grass caught my eye. I was wondering who was the epicure enjoying the juicy fruit. Strangely, there was not a single pear tree in a wide surrounding. Who was the eater? Where the pears came from? The answer, however, could be hidden in this poem by Edward Lear:

There was an Old Man of Girgenti, 
Who lived in profusion and plenty;
He lay on two chairs, 
and ate thousands of pears, 
That susceptible Man of Girgenti.

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