Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Pull My Finger

It’s not quite like Fanny and Alexander’s uncle lifting his coat tails and blowing out the candles, but a brand of earthy humor has bolstered my clan for generations. It’s in our cultural make-up. For example, like the Inuit who purportedly have several words for “snow”, the Cayers draw from a varied and colourful scatological lexicon to describe the nuance and assonance of each particular variety of fart. It’s lowbrow and unseemly, but it still makes me laugh. This irritates Richard since no one in his family has passed wind since 1066. And even that they blame on the French.

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