Culture For The Non-Cultured

… And by “Little Tramp,” I mean Charlie Chaplin, so get your mind out of the gutter, Dear Reader.

Last year’s New Yorker had a wonderful little gem of a story about Chaplin’s work ethic (if you go to the link for the story, you need to scroll down to the end to read it).

The story goes that Charlie was on vacation with a friend, hanging out at a beach north of Rome.  The two were waiting for heavy fog to clear so they could properly enjoy themselves and go in the water.

Hours passed, and still they waited.

Finally, at around 3:00, the fog lifted.

… And all Charlie wanted to do was leave.

When his friend asked him why, Charlie replied, “‘I’m going back to the hotel. Unless I write every day, I don’t feel I deserve my dinner.’”

In some ways, this is very admirable.  Hooray for Charlie Chaplin.

As for me:

Dear Reader, as much as I love writing to you, if I ever wait half-a-day at a beach for the sky to clear — and that would be any beach, from the north of Rome to Coney Island — I’m not gonna go home until the rhythm of the ocean is beating like a drum from my head to my toes.

(And maybe then, I’d go home, eat dinner, and then blog about my day).

… Anyway, here’s a video of the Little Tramp himself.  Enjoy.