affame_le_geant_what_you_don't_see fyn gula my best friend, maris, first met vichy when she was seven years old. he was running a children's theatre in lyon during those days, and maris was his principal performer, bringing memorable realism to her characters. he lost sight of her when she went to the Sorbonne, but never fell out of communication with her. a career change took him from france to the uk, but he always managed a correspondence with maris through illustrious letters and hours of fone conversations. he would help her understand racine,ionesco, and beckett and explain the use of the deus ex machina from euripides. he encuraged her to pursue her own projects and even produced her first documentary. though their paths led them far away from each other, maris moved to california, and then came to robin hill with us. their friendship never suffered, only grew stronger from the absence. yet, still, it was his dream to see her face to face again. when vichy first visited us in pennsylvania, he knew maris was with us, but thought she was with jamie and dennis in new york. and so we put on a surprise treasure hunt for him. at the end of his blindfolded journey of discovery was maris in the flesh. needless to say, when the bandanna came off his eyes and he beheld her for the first time in 12 years, his explosion of joy was phenomenal. "for so long i had to imagine her," vichy said, smiling. "but now i find my imagination was so limited. she is so beautiful." maris is a cross between monet mazur and zadie smith. it was this same sense of utter, explosive happiness that saumboo felt when he gazed into the mahogany scope and beheld what his eyes were missing. "you get what you don't see." from a harley davidson ad. 020917 what's it to you? who go blather from