You Are Not Wood

This made me giggle in my Sunday Times today.  It is, per the Times' ridiculousness, an article on a basic romain salad:

The Canlis is in some measure a basic steakhouse salad: chopped romaine with bacon and croutons and cherry tomatoes, all cloaked in a thick, lemony dressing that recalls Caesar (you all did love him once, and not without cause).

A sly Shakespeare shout out.  This is why I love the Times.  It also reminded me of a New Yorker piece on Depardieu earlier this month:

The pigeons appeared in the fall...  "Pigeon" connoted a sucker or a chump. The pigeons wrote letters, too. One was delivered on YouTube by an animated bird, who warbled sadly from the pavement against a backdrop of commuters' calves. "Monsieur le Président," he sang, "It's been years now / that I've worked like an ass / to augment my wealth / that I didn't steal / Unlike the others who have left / I had confidence / I stayed in France / and you betrayed me." Tomorrow morning, he was flying away.

I read this when I should have been paying attention to my biostatistics lecture and audibly gasped.  We had to learn the song the parody was based on in Didi's French class.  I am smart enough to catch a French satire reference!  There's hope still for that PhD.

Lenny: Please tell me you've lorded [your knowledge of Le Deserteur] over someone.