On a Lighter Note

So the last two posts were downers. (What can I say? There's a lot of bad shit in the world today.) But here's the funniest thing I read today ($), which was in the London Review of Books:

Derrida, in his essay 'L'Animal que donc je suis', admits to a flash of shame because his cat saw him naked. The cat stared 'with the gaze of a seer, visionary or extra-lucid blind person'.

We've all been there, mon frere. I remember this one time, when this somewhat lucid blind guy stared at . . . meh, never mind. Just put on a bathrobe, OK?