tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post6862930488038226400..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: Mistake, marble floor and thinkingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-36202418915010817302013-05-11T18:35:49.057+01:002013-05-11T18:35:49.057+01:00Sigmund Freud on the one hand and Marcel Proust on...Sigmund Freud on the one hand and Marcel Proust on the other might have given a fuller response. In their absence I am grateful for the lucidity of yours.<br /> Its Washington in fact.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-3189165306230137182013-05-11T07:24:14.032+01:002013-05-11T07:24:14.032+01:00Pain, lack of warmth, impending poverty, reaction ...Pain, lack of warmth, impending poverty, reaction to some recent cultural novelty, the passage of a beautiful woman, a continuing state of embarrassment and a million other external events may well be colouring your thoughts at that moment in a predictable way, leading to a quite banal response - but even then, were a score of your experience to be written out, it would resemble a fugue with n voices, where n is any large figure.<br /><br />If you were in fact day-dreaming at the time (a rare state which posits a mind not directly influenced by what is going on around) the fugue with n voices analogy still applies but - and here I take an enormous, risky, existential leap - the nature of the voices might be broken down into two categories: remembrances and possibilities, the latter much shorter than the former, and usually incomplete.<br /><br />Given that I am briefly in a strange state of mind myself, yearning for an impossible change to my past that would be as unlikely as having dinner out with Virginia Mayo, I feel it appropriate to adopt (briefly) an academic turn of phrase: say what is wrong with this proposition.<br /><br />Marble floor. In the days when you and I were nobbut lads, the West End used to offer entertainments called revues, series of short sketches, interspersed with songs written specially for the revue. Alan Melville was a specialist in revues and in one of them included a song "We're terribly Home & Garden at number 56." The verses were an elaboration of interior decor changes that were gradually making number 56 uninhabitable. Leading to the punchline: "We actually live at number 58." Which may the case in the people you refer to. But the list of prohibitees would need to be expanded: people inclined to vomit, to bleed, etc. I think the apartment might be on Central Park Eas but its owners probably occupy a hovel in Hamtranck, Noo Joisey. Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.com