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Jason Meador
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Missed My Hat
Bossuet was a gay but unlucky fellow. His specialty was not to succeed in anything. As an offset, he laughed at everything. At five and twenty he was bald. His father had ended by owning a house and a field; but he, the son, had made haste to lose that house and field in a bad speculation. He had nothing left. He possessed knowledge and wit, but all he did miscarried. Everything failed him and everybody deceived him; what he was building tumbled down on top of him. If he were splitting wood, he cut off a finger. If he had a mistress, he speedily discovered that he had a friend also. Some misfortune happened to him every moment, hence his joviality. He said: “I live under falling tiles.” He was not easily astonished, because, for him, an accident was what he had foreseen, he took his bad luck serenely, and smiled at the teasing of fate, like a person who is listening to pleasantries. He was poor, but his fund of good humor was inexhaustible. He soon reached his last sou, never his last burst of laughter. When adversity entered his doors, he saluted this old acquaintance cordially, he tapped all catastrophes on the stomach; he was familiar with fatality to the point of calling it by its nickname: “Good day, Guignon,” he said to it.

A Christmas present in marker and pencil for my wife, whose fund of good humor is likewise inexhaustible, due in large part perhaps to living with a stumbling buffoon. For the record, I injured three fingers and a palm while working on this, and was very careful to LAUGH VERY LOUDLY each time, for thematic effect.

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landobaldur Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2016  Professional General Artist
◖(◣☩◢)◗ *beep* *boop* ##.scanning environment.## *flies away*
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thepinkapocalypse Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
I take it you aren't a fan of chatting it up with people.
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H8full1 Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2016
Another fellow Texan! Heil!
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