'And where is the poor soul who washes his smalls and must surely, of late, had some dreadful scraping to do?
Quentin Letts on the plight of Speaker Martin.
Do they write like this in the Daily Mail these days? I had no idea.
A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
... and if he doesn't look like a pig on two legs, I never saw one!
ReplyDeleteThrow them in the bin and put them on the expenses claim, would surely be a wiser course of action?..maybe not these days.
ReplyDeleteJohn Updike was very very afraid of death. This is not a salutary fear,
ReplyDeletefrom which we may learn: he was rawly, brokenly afraid of it -- so much so that it undermines his expressed Christianity. We can see him scrabbling for palliatives among the metaphysicians and theologians, coming up temporarily soothed by this or that piece of hokum .. but he was just too honest and empirically geared to deafen himself long. His perception (that
of a great novelist) did not stop at the void before and after. I am reminded of Abbott's fallacy, 'That consciousness is a small accident / preventing bliss.'