[b]John Fowles from The Collector
People who teach you cram old ideas, old views, old ways, into you. Like covering plants with layer after layer of old earth; it’s no wonder the poor things so rarely come up fresh and green.[/b]
Let’s blame the ruling class.
You hate the political buisness of nationality. You hate everything, in politics and art and everything else, that is not genuine and deep and necessary. You don’t have time for silly trivial things. You live seriously. You don’t go to silly films, even if you want to; you don’t read cheap newspapers; you don’t listen to trash on the wireless and the telly; you don’t waste time talking about nothing. You use your life.
For most folks though, there’s reality.
But however good you get at translating personality into line or paint it’s no go if your personality isn’t worth translating.
Mine? Well, it might be.
If there is a God he’s a great loathsome spider in the darkness.
If there is a God, what are the odds of that? But point taken.
But forgetting’s not something you do, it happens to you.
Not unlike not forgetting.
Some people would say you’re only a drop, your word-breaking is only a drop, it wouldn’t matter. But all the evil in the world’s made up of little drops. It’s silly talking about the unimportance of the little drops. The little drops and the ocean are the same thing.
Not counting all the times they are anything but.