The Moral of the Chocolate
Several people have discussed the moral of the chocolate story or asked me to propose one.
People. Asking me to propose a moral for this event is just a LEETLE bit like asking the European Enlightenment to propose a moral for the 1755 Lisbon earthquake. IT’S NOT A GOOD IDEA.
LOOK WHAT HAPPENED TO VOLTAIRE when he tried to work a reason into something like that. The philosophical debates resulting from The Great Chocolate Disaster could change the course of world history. (Hey, if the Lisbon earthquake could do it, surely melted chocolate could.)
So, I am going to pull a Jean de la Fontaine on you today. Just as he did in La Cigale et La Fourmi (which is the one where the ant works hard and the cicada dances all summer), I am not going to give you a moral. This is for my own self-protection and also for the protection of world history, see above.
We shall even declare a moratorium on chocolate for at least a week, so people have time to grieve.� Well, we shall try.� I was Up to Something last night as part of my therapy, but I believe I can refrain from writing about it for a week.
You probably think that means the blog is shutting down for at least a week, too, but I will HAVE you know that I can talk about other things, too. Coming up: Flowers (shall we consider them chocolate funeral flowers?), Glaciers (that’s ice cream makers, not the big white things), maybe even roof tiles.
ALL THIS AND MORE! Stay tuned…
P.S. Sébastien is MOCKING me. He has looked at my blog and burst into SNICKERING LAUGHTER and said, “All you ever talk about is chocolate!”
And I say, “Well, I am pretty sure that talking about chocolate on my blog makes the chocolate I buy tax deductible. I am ALMOST positive, and let’s not ask an accountant about it, okay?”
And then, when he looks puzzled, because they don’t seem to do the tax deductible thing in France and also finances are NOT his thing, what I do is, I PUT THE BLAME ON YOU.
I say, “Look at the comments! Twice as many comments for chocolate as for my lovely post on perfumeries in Grasse. It’s THEIR fault. They DRIVE me to it. I would absolutely not talk about chocolate otherwise. I would talk about Voltaire*** and Jean de la Fontaine and the European Enlightenment and, and…” And then I run out of ideas besides chocolate, but anyway…
My point is: You have been BLAMED. If you want to prove me wrong, I guess the only chance is in the comments on slate roof tiles. If THOSE beat out the chocolate story comments, we’ll have proved something about something, won’t we? I was going to say something about our moral fiber, but I’m not sure that’s what we’ll have proved.
***P.P.S. Voltaire drank 12 cups of chocolate a day, as you may know. Most of the European Enlightenment probably did, too; it was a chocolate heyday. So to get us through the next week:
A picture for Voltaire.