Amuse-bouche:

The raisin wined about how he couldn’t achieve grapeness.

Today’s Wonderful Word: “esoteric.”

Definition: intended for or likely to be understood by only a small number of people with a specialized knowledge or interest.

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François Villon was a sneaky little devil. Pardon the interruPTIon. Villon wrote Le Testament, in which he carefully placed a special gem in the form of an acrostic.

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Vous portastes, Vierge, digne princesse,

Iesu regnant, qui n’a ne fin ne cesse.

Le Tout-Puissant, prenant nostre foiblesse,

Laissa les cieulx et nous vint secourir ;

Offrist à mort sa très clère jeunesse ;

Nostre Seigneur tel est, tel le confesse.

En ceste foy je vueil vivre et mourir.

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Silly Villon. What could he have been thinking? Most likely he thought of 

Everything. Nothing gets past a French poet. And that’s a fact. I’m fairly 

Certain it’s impossible to fool them. Trust me – I’ve tried. If one day they 

Realize that they could fool anyone, then we’d have a problem on our hands.

Everyone would be under the control of French poets with nothing to do but

Tote around their poet tools and record their poet words.

My least favorite part of this world – the world in which poets rule – would be 

Entertaining them to the end of time. Actually, the more I think about it, the more it 

Seems that they might already have taken over long ago. In which case, it’s not

So bad after all, I must say. From Russell Crowe as Maximus from Gladiator,

Are you not entertained, dear poets? Won’t you keep ruling in peace as we 

Grow to reach your level? You know better than us that we may very well never 

Earn your deepest respect. However, we are grateful for even the hope of being your equal.

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Answer to Saturday’s riddle:

Blaze, blade, glade, grade, grape.

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