[b]Douglas Adams
She had what it took: great hair, a profound understanding of strategic lip gloss, the intelligence to understand the world and a tiny secret interior deadness which meant she didn’t care.[/b]
My own interior deadness becoming increasingly less secret from year to year.
The storm had now definitely abated, and what thunder there was now grumbled over more distant hills, like a man saying ‘And another thing…’ twenty minutes after admitting he’d lost the argument.
Same with a few storms here too.
That was it. That was really it. She knew that she had told herself that that was it only seconds earlier, but this was now the final real ulimate it.
Otherwise known as “the Big One”.
What was the self-sacrifice?
I jettisoned half of a much-loved and I think irreplaceable pair of shoes.
Why was that self-sacrifice?
Because they were mine! said Ford, crossly.
I think we have different value systems.
Well mine’s better.
And then those who refuse to sacrifice anything. And even start in on taking yours.
The complexities of cause and effect defy analysis.
Though, perhaps, not in your head.
What does it matter? Science has achieved some wonderful things, of course, but I’d far rather be happy than right any day.
Of course you can take this too far.