#79

according to the menu at that dessert place in seattle that we used to go to whenever there was something to celebrate voltaire used to drink fifty cups of coffee mixed with chocolate everyday which means he must have worked sitting on a toilet because there aint no other way he could have gotten anything done and i dont know much about voltaire but i seem to remember that he had a pretty substantial output so now any time i hear his name i picture some old french butt cheeks pressed against porcelain lit by the flicker of a single dripping candle which also lights the parchment upon which he writes with a quill and i wonder often if the toilets back then could flush like ours do today or if voltaire just sat on top of a monumental pile of bust doing his best to trap the fumes in the pot with his legs otherwise it would have been incredibly difficult for him to work with such fumes constantly in his nose but i guess one can eventually get used to any smell until you dont even notice it any more but thats gross because when you smell something that means little particles of whatever youre smelling are in your nose so i guess we can conclude that voltaire did a damn admirable job in the face of his adversities