i’m in that mood again. when everything tasteless has a mesmerizing quality, and the mind yearns for relief from the onslaught of facts that is also known as prepping. lucky me that i rediscovered a book that i had never opened so far. here is a sample.

Louis XIV of France (1638-1715)
During the French Revolution the tomb of the French king was wrecked and plundered. His heart was stolen and sold to Lord Harcourt who later sold it to the Dean of Westminster, the Very Reverend William Buckland. One night at dinner, the Dean, who liked to experiment with food, ate the embalmed heart.

if only i could remember who gave me that book as a gift. must have been a kindred spirit.

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