I'm in the Moog for Love

Just when one thinks there's nothing to be gleaned from the 435 messages delivered to one's inbox overnight, comes the little gem below.

While all of the content is predictable, please note the subject line.

Rats?

Naturally, one's mind jumps to Plath and Powder Rooms - but according to Orwell Today, the quote is from 1984.

...In the room over Mr. Charrington's shop, when they could get there, Julia and Winston lay side by side on a stripped bed under the open window, naked for the sake of coolness. The rat had never come back, but the bugs had multiplied hideously in the heat. It did not seem to matter. Dirty or clean, the room was paradise. As soon as they arrived they would sprinkle everything with pepper bought on the black market, tear off their clothes, and make love with sweating bodies, then fall asleep and wake to find that the bugs had rallied and were massing for the counter-attack.

To think, all that money spent on pharmaceuticals to satisfy the needful origins, when all it would take is a pepper mill to add some zing to the connubial conjugations.

. . .

On second thought, perhaps one should just stick to pills.