GILLIGAN, DROP THOSE COCONUTS!

On one of the pipe forums, someone asked what everyone's desert isle tobacco, book, music, and videographic entertainment (movie, teevee show, music) would be. Now of course I hate questions like that! Not because they're probing and too personal, but because a simple response is insufficient, and therefor inaccurate and misleading.

1) Astley's No. 109 Medium Flake.
2) Indian Food: A Historical Companion, by K. T. Achaya.
3) Aufstieg und Fall der Stadt Mahagonny, By Bertold Brecht & Kurt Weill.

ONE: and also Doblone D'Oro, Brown Clunee, Orlik's Golden Sliced, and several others.
TWO: Add the three hundred poems of the Tang Dynasty to that, as well as several books by Simenon and Johan Fabricius, plus the Collected Short Stories of O'Henry, the complete Saki (H. H. Munro), as well as about a crate or two of other books. Plus my dictionaries, of course.
THREE: Yeah, that's about it. I'm perfectly content with the same opera over and over again.


My apartment mate, presently dozing with the stuffed animals in her room, would have the following selection:

1) No tobacco whatsoever, ick poo and p'tuie p'tuie.
2) Brideshead Revisited, AND A Tree Grows In Brooklyn.
3) Valley of the Dolls.


And that, of course, brings up an old joke. Two Dutchmen give their rescuers a tour of the desert island where they've been marooned for several years. "This is my church, which I built from scratch, and that is his church, which he built from scratch". What about that church over there? "Oh, that's the church neither one of us would be caught dead in. Damned heretics."

You get the idea.

It takes a flexible and unique person to be stuck on a desert island.




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