A day late...

...or 364 days early. As seen on several blogs yesterday NOTES TOWARD A LEXICON OF THE LANGUAGE OF THE BEAR I In its own language its name means: I walk slowly on hillsides and sleep with a bellyful of pleasing berries, pink flesh, and brains. I dream of love vulgar and gorgeous beside the rush of rivers born of glacial ice and I shun the times of no plenty, when all is dark and white and the blossoms do not love the red fruit into being. This is the simplest word in its language and the first one it learns. II The bear does not have a word for regret but the nearest equivalent would be: I am not proud to have gone to the end of the world and eaten garbage there in dumps among the naked and the thin when I could not last the winter. This word is often thought but seldom spoken among the strong, III If you want to say I love you in the bearish tongue say: You need not fear me and translated literally the word for solitude is: This side of the mountain is mine Paul Vermeersch