Eeps, had a few tears rolling while spacing out in bed this morning when I thought about Raincoat’s ending. Great spin on O Henry’s “The Gift of the Magi”. Allow me to quote the final paragraph of the short story:
The magi, as you know, were wise men — wonderfully wise men — who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
Anyway, took this fascinating quiz What Dog Are You? and the conclusion’s apparently:
France. Famous owners include King Edward VII of English and French novelist Colette. It is obviously a descendent of the small bulldog, possibly from English dogs taken to France by Nottinghamshire lace workers in the 19th century.
Good natured and courageous this is a delightful companion although owners have to get used to its gentle snuffling. It also has the tendency to wander off and sulk on the rare occasions when it is in disgrace.
Well, whatever it is, I’ve always wanted a wee bulldog of my own. But am worried about the eventual convergence in appearance between pet and owner.
[added two bits more to the post on 21 August 2005 2.24 a.m.]