First time, passage

For the first time in more than a year I bought a "real" deodorant. I just all of a sudden had the urge to smell "clean" even while sweating profusely in the middle of the day.

In Panama city and I feel like I´m about to fall into a big money pit, flying out to the San Blas Islands to meet up with the hikers for the Kuna Yala independence day. May have to cut out some carnaval activities.

A passage from Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert:

"He had had such things said to him so many times that none of them had any freshness for him. Emma was like all his other mistresses; and as the charm of novelty gradually slipped from her like a piece of her clothing, he saw revealed in all its nakedness the eternal monotony of passion, which always assumes the same forms and always speaks the same language. He had no perception- this man of such vast experience- of the dissimilarity of feeling that might underlie similarities of expression. Since he had heard those same words uttered by loose women or prostitutes, he had little belief in their sincerity when he heard them now: the more flowery a person`s speech, he thought, the more suspect the feelings, or lack of feelings, it concealed. Whereas the truth is that fullness of soul can sometimes overflow in utter vapidity of language, for none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs of his thoughts or his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars. "