The Narrator put me up to this.
and what they mean to me.
Firstly, I decided
I'm going to illustrate this
with some pretty pictures
of things you really shouldn't do.
Like letting a dog mount a goat.
It's a sin, I tell you!
Secondly, I went and did some research and found
that all seven of the Sins had moved around
somewhat over the past two thousand years.
That means I can pick my favourites!
Yes, yes, we all have times
when we're justified in feeling angry.
However, Wrath is that surge of emotion
where we don't care what we say or do
and let it all hang out.
And we shouldn't.
And by we,
I mean me.
Well, actually, Wrath
should be pronounced roth
like Tim Roth.
Which brings me to...
(Love this cartoon for two reasons.
One, it's wickedly smutty and two,
it demonstrates why Fragonard's
The Swing is pretty smutty, too)
I'm not particularly prideful
about my looks or (hah!) wealth
I do have a nasty habit of correcting people.
It has taken me some time to learn
that it's not socially acceptable
to begin a statement with the word
Furthermore, if I ever need to open a sentence
with the expression Well, actually,
I should double check it first.
A question very dear to my heart.
How does anyone in the USA stay thin?
The only saving grace of my gluttony
is that I like to cook.
It's also an excuse.
I don't do this one very well.
I'm usually happy with what I have.
Apart from books.
I want all of mine
and all of yours, too.
Sloth seems to have been something
closer to clinical depression earlier in its career,
when it was called Acidea
It was the feeling of ennui, tedium, procrastination
that prevented you from getting up
and doing what needed to be done.
And by you
I mean me.
(Wonderful allegorical picture
that can mean anything you want.
It includes the foot from
I don't suffer from envy.
Not at all.
I'm happy for you if you have a bigger car
or a bigger house or even a pony.
Look, I know you read through all of these
just to get to Lust.
Big red shiny LUST,
like a bed full of satin heart-shaped pillows.
But Lust originally meant desire,
a desire for anything.
And if we didn't desire something enough
to get off our heart-shaped shiny pillows
and go for it,
we'd never get anything done.
Which makes Lust a cure for Sloth, right?
As for libido,
I can only suggest you get happily married,
(Partnered, hand-fasted, civil unioned.)
so you can have as much sex
as you can eat.