Dr. Eamers paper goods: label image
apothecary fiction appeals to my sense of wAnder. Humor is often the best remedy for seemingly un-curable problematic, circumstance.
Inspiration for this label is from king Lear's cynic:
"Behold yond simpering dame, whose face between her
forks presages snow, that minces virtue and does shake the
head to hear of pleasure’s name. The fitchew, nor the soiled
horse, goes to ’t with a more riotous appetite. Down from
the waist they are centaurs, though women all above. But to
the girdle do the gods inherit; beneath is all the fiends'.
There’s hell, there’s darkness, there’s the sulfurous pit—
burning, scalding, stench, consumption! Fie, fie, fie, pah,
pah!—Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to
sweeten my imagination." ~ King Lear William Shakespeare
interpretation by http://nfs.sparknotes.com/lear/page_242.html
frigid. She pretends to be virtuous and to disdain the word “sex, but
she’s hornier than a passel of rabbits. Women are sex machines below the
waist, though they’re chaste up above. Above the waist they belong to
God, but the lower part belongs to the devil. That’s where hell is, and
darkness, and fires and stench! Death and orgasm! Ah, ah, ah! Give me an
aphrodisiac, pharmacist. Let me have sweet dreams
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