Karl Marx

We should not forget that Marx was lucky in love and married up. And the maid was a bonus.

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She was quite a catch. Revisiting his home town many year later, Karl wrote fondly to Jenny, “Every day and on every side I am asked about the quondam ‘most beautiful girl in Trier’ and the ‘queen of the ball’. It’s damned pleasant for a man, when his wife lives on like this as an ‘enchanted princess’ in the imagination of the whole town.” It may be surprising that a twenty-two-year-old princess of the Prussian ruling class - the daughter of Baron Ludwig von Westphalen - should have fallen for a bourgeois Jewish scallywag four years her junior, rather than some dashing grandee with a braided uniform and a private income; but Jenny was an intelligent, free-thinking girl who found Marx’s intellectual swagger irresistible.

-- Francis Wheen, “Karl Marx: A Life”

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Home Life

I thought I'd do some of my reading of "Spotless Mind" outside and give the cats a good crack at the food plate, as I stand guard against any invasion by little Wilma, but that was not a great idea, especially dressed in a pair of shorts. The air is thick with bugs out there and they are happy to feed off my greasy flesh.

Jack

Jack stops by for a moment, in the middle of a pizza delivery. He even has a little logo sign on his car's roof. He looks good, as he usually does: a nice-looking, slender white man. It must be nice. I would have thought he was not manly enough to do that well with women, but I underestimate the allure of a pretty face and the value of not being a fatty in our morbidly obese country, not to mention the power-aura of just being a white man. I wonder if he has become a nicer person in his middle-age.