Dad wrote this for me after reading about my epicurean tendencies. I have edited some bits out of his original email.
(Origin: epicurus-adapted Alain de Botton.)
Herewith a recipe for happiness...
Herewith a recipe for happiness...
- a hut
- friends but not too many so you dont have time for self [ed: that's dad's ]
- to avoid superiors, patronisation, infighting and preferably competition
- a garden allotment
- thought (and the means to write)
- a reincarnation of Bellini's Madonna whose melancholy expression would belie a dry sense of humour and spontaneity and who would dress in man-made fibres from the racks of modest department stores
Is everyone getting this?
What a guy.