Now that peacegirl is a Pretend Ignore or two from talking to herself, it's time for a bit of good (though old) news about the Lessans family.
Every now then you hear about a couple so attached to one another that the death of one proves too much for the other. Happened last year with my boss's parents. His dad died after a lengthy illness and his mother, who'd been in remarkably good health, passed ten days later.
Such was not the case with Seymour and Madeline Lessans. Seymour traveled the sacred river of jizz back to the Germinal World of Potential Consciousness in
1991. His spouse lived
another seventeen years.
Jackass Janis tells us that her mother fully supported ol' Seymour in all his endeavors. Unlike everything else that drops from Janis' dissembling maw, I have no trouble believing that at all. Imagine what it must have been like to be the spouse of an egomaniacal douche who believed he'd found the answer to all humankind's problems and lived in a perpetual state of butthurt because the mean ol' academics wouldn't listen to him.
Of course Seymour's spouse supported him in all his whackadoo efforts. Every moment Seymour spent at the billiards hall or holed up writing one of his idiot books was a moment he wasn't bitching about improperly cooked spaghetti and meatballs, grumbling about academia or trying to rub his pathetic little pecker against Madeline. Hell, in her place, I would have supported him too.
Here's a cool thing: Madeline Lessans was interviewed for a New York
Times piece
in 1988. Seems she'd been bamboozled into voting for Reagan -- twice -- but hey, that happened to lots of people. Also, lol Gephart. Even so, getting interviewed for the New York
Times is a cool thing indeed!
It does one's heart good to know that Madeline Lessans left this world after seventeen years of Seymour-less bliss. I'm guessing those were the best seventeen years of her life.