Memory failure
It's always embarrassing when you're about to deliver an aphorism of pithy brilliance...and you forget it. You not only look stupid, you inevitably raise the suspicion that you didn't have one to begin with.
My brain spasm of three days ago looked stupid, and although it's not remotely important, I want to make the point that I did have something else to say, and the something was this:
Having had not enough sleep, the M6 and its contents were swimming in and out of focus by the time I'd driven from Birmingham to Keele. Why, then, did only 20 minutes' powernap at Sandbach services provide enough energy to make it through the rest of the day?
More questions: why do we 'start from scratch'? Why are there no single 18-y-o public schoolboys on dating websites? Is the 2-0 win against Newcastle the start of Liverpool's season? Why did Cats run for so long? Why do I fear that Europe, being clear favourites, will contrive to lose the Ryder Cup?
And a question that's been bothering me for a while: why are Shakespeare's final plays so bizarre? Personally, I have the theory that he was fed up with producing works that retained a modicum of sense and wanted to see how far he could get before the actors' companies realised he was producing plays that a later age would have attributed to a serious opium habit.
One can just imagine him sitting at his desk, chuckling as the acceptances rolled in. 'They've taken Cymbeline? They're not insisting on editing Winter's Tale?' And then a final weary shake of the head as he reads the scroll informing him that they think The Tempest is the best thing he's ever written. And then, realising that he's never going to be able to write himself out of business, Shakspeare reaches for a quill and pens a short note agreeing to John Fletcher's suggestion that they collaborate.
My brain spasm of three days ago looked stupid, and although it's not remotely important, I want to make the point that I did have something else to say, and the something was this:
Having had not enough sleep, the M6 and its contents were swimming in and out of focus by the time I'd driven from Birmingham to Keele. Why, then, did only 20 minutes' powernap at Sandbach services provide enough energy to make it through the rest of the day?
More questions: why do we 'start from scratch'? Why are there no single 18-y-o public schoolboys on dating websites? Is the 2-0 win against Newcastle the start of Liverpool's season? Why did Cats run for so long? Why do I fear that Europe, being clear favourites, will contrive to lose the Ryder Cup?
And a question that's been bothering me for a while: why are Shakespeare's final plays so bizarre? Personally, I have the theory that he was fed up with producing works that retained a modicum of sense and wanted to see how far he could get before the actors' companies realised he was producing plays that a later age would have attributed to a serious opium habit.
One can just imagine him sitting at his desk, chuckling as the acceptances rolled in. 'They've taken Cymbeline? They're not insisting on editing Winter's Tale?' And then a final weary shake of the head as he reads the scroll informing him that they think The Tempest is the best thing he's ever written. And then, realising that he's never going to be able to write himself out of business, Shakspeare reaches for a quill and pens a short note agreeing to John Fletcher's suggestion that they collaborate.
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