Friday, October 17, 2008
fall, other's views, gloves
Under the apple tree.
"Since the risk of giving offence arises primarily from the difficulty of appreciating what does and does not pass unnoticed, we ought at least, from prudence, never speak of ourselves, because that is a subject on which we are sure that other people's views will not be in accordance with our own." Marcel Proust, among other things, is a master of irony.
On a ledge is a pair of discarded workmen's gloves. They are worn and bruised and stained with paint. They lie overlapping one another and, though deprived of an inhabitant, have the sort of "expression" that hands sometimes have - indicative of character, attitude, state of mind - when folded in a lap or on a table top.