The bear went over the mountain, which nobody can deny

[desperance]

One of the joys of clearing and cleaning my desk, apart from the sheer pleasure of throwing away ninety per cent of what was on it, is the discovery of random scraps of note. I am really not a note-taker; I have whole notebooks that I carried about for months or years just in case, and they remain entirely blank; but every now and then I am moved to scribble something crucial on the classic back of an envelope. And then, because I am not a note-taker and have no system, they tend to be left on the desktop until lost under a heap of accumulating papers. And then rediscovered months or years later, and - well.

This one says:

"Don't try to eat what I eat."

They called it the catharsis, mostly because they didn't speak Greek.

People, I have no idea. But isn't it lovely? I should preserve it in imperishable crystal, to be an heirloom of my house.