Cranky Large Medium reading, 18 June

Go away.

Why are you still here? Do you have something against leaving a soul solo? Why won't you go? You came here for something. Hmmmph. And if I give you that something, you will be happy, make like a tree and leave? So, what can this impoverished eremite offer as bribe to see you gone? A reading? That's what you came here for? Some people! Well, if that's what you want, here you are:

Practice self-confidence, and someday you might actually deserve it. You have ability, but always allow others to step on your attempts, so you don't get anywhere. Caspar Milquetoast and Walter Mitty look bold and dashing by comparison to you. Your clinging type will annoy the heck out of anybody, so don't count on a happy relationship. Ever.

Are you happy, now? Of course not. But you can probably find the positive side of this, if you think about it. After all, you're still capable of daydreaming. By comparison, these people have it pretty darned badly, since, on this date in history, they stopped dreaming and became mere memories: Emperor Chukyo, King Alfonso III of Aragon, Shigematsu Sakaibara, Christoph Scheiner, Jacobus Kapteyn, Paul Karrer, Manuel Sadosky, Johann Ulrich von Cramer, Adam Gib, Robert Crowley, Samuel Butler, Tom Brown, William Cobbett, another Samuel Butler, Maxim Gorky, John Cheever, Roger van der Weyden, Tasha Tudor, Thomas Gomez, Roger Caesar Marius Bernard de Delgado Torres Castillo Roberto, Curd Jürgens, Ethel Barrymore, Nancy Marchand, Miyuki Kanbe, Larry Doby, Henry Fitzroy, Piet Hein, Eufemio Zapata, Max Immelmann, Roald Amundsen, Alan Berg, Frances Scott Fitzgerald, Bernard Manning,

and Peter Allen.

You can go to Rio, too, please.
Happy birthday, anyway.