but she utterly won my heart this week by sending me an envelope that,
when opened, contained a torn-off square of brown-bag paper
of the kind suitable for latrine duty in an ill-run correctional facility.
Duly unfurled, it carried a handwritten salutation reading as follows:
Money's scarce
Times are hard
Here's your f***ing
Christmas card
I could not possibly improve on the sentiment, but I don't think it ought to depend on the current austerities. Isn't Christmas a moral and aesthetic nightmare whether or not the days are prosperous?”
~ Christopher Hitchens
Phyllis Diller 7.17.1917 ~ 8. 20. 2012
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