This is the birthday [1873] of Colette, the memorable French writer. Here is why I think we would have gotten along very well....
"Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, then come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: 'It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss.'"
Happy Hour, anyone?
