girls make trouble

I just finished re-reading Laughter: An Essay on the Meaning of the Comic, by Henri Bergson. It’s a book I had to read for a class on ancient comedy. I hadn’t read it in years, but since I’m always mentioning it whenever the topic of comedy comes up I figured I should read it again, to make sure I still remembered it correctly.

I have every intention of writing a review of it, because as Carol told me when I suggested she read it, “Oh honey, I just listen to your rundowns of books like that. That way I don’t have to read them.” She might be onto something there; it’s a great little book, but slightly dense and high-falutin at times.

So long story short, until I get a moment to write a decent review so other people don’t have to wade through this book, here’s a haiku about it:

I, Living Robot,
do make myself an object
of jeers when I trip.