Epicurus

We get the words epicure and epicurean from Epicurus, although he himself believed in moderation and simplicity.

Perhaps later associations arose because he wrote frequently about the importance of the stomach. 

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Before going to bed last night, my daughter drew me a picture of what she claims are her favorite foods: green beans and strawberries. But this can't possibly be true.

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I was saddened to hear the news about Thich Nhat Hanh, but also realized in the wake of his death we were going to see a lot of bad poetry.

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