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I heard a slightly different story about Euripides.....
Once upon a time in the far away Mediterranean paradise country of Greece,
there were two little twin brothers born to Eurika and Euramadese
Eurickman, named Eumenides and Euripides.
Eumenides and Euripides were very close. They would play for hours on end amusing themselves in all sorts of ways never needing any sort of parental supervision at all. After they played together, they would eat lunch together and then they would take their afternoon nap together. After they grew up, they would go out on double dates together and sometimes they would switch dates without telling the girls. The girls could never figure it out as Eumenides and Euripides were very, very identical twins. Eumenides had a particular flare with fabrics and was able to fashion the
most exquisite gowns for the fair young maidens of the land. He got
so popular with all the people in town that soon his reputation spread to
Athens where the King wanted Eumenides to join him and furnish his stable with gowns in the style that only he could produce. Eumenides agreed (like he had a big choice) and was supplied with the finest fabrics known to man. There were silks, satins, and laces in every color of the rainbow. Eumenides truly was a master craftsman and was treated by the king as such. There was only one thing that Eumenides was missing in his life, he really
missed his twin brother. They could really have fun in this
place. One day when he noticed that the king was in a particularly
jockular mood, he posed the question of bringing his brother to Greece so they
might be able to continue their childhood friendship.
Much to his surprise, the king agreed and ordered that the two brothers be
reunited. The royal chariot was went to the little town where
Euripides was, loaded him aboard and whisked him to Greece to live happily ever
after with his beloved wombmate. As he stepped off the royal chariot in
front of the royal dress shoppe, he caught his toga on a ragged poorly finished
gem cluster of diamonds, rubies, silver and gold on the corner of the chariot
sissybar. Darn, darn, darn he thought. This will never do. I
haven't seen my brother in 5 years and I'm not going to let him see me in
a ripped toga. Fortunately he had packed a spare, slipped it on and was
folding up his torn toga just as his brother stepped out the front door of his
shoppe.
Eumenides, noticing his brother and the torn toga at the same time greeted
him with a big hug, tearfully exclaiming,
"Euripides?"
To which his brother joyfully responded, "Yes Eumenides?"
Dave
In a message dated 2/28/2005 4:29:59 P.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
[EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
The
moral flabbiness born of the bitch goddess Success. That- with the squalid cash
interpretation put on the word success- is our national disease. -William
James 1906
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