If I may paraphrase James Joyce: history is a public sauna in which we are all trying not to sit next to the fat guy without a towel who farts a lot. Alas, history is full of fat guys like that, and they are currently positioning their flabby, flatulent buttocks to sit on the future and squash it.
Not that I care. The sun has turned his blowtorch on and it's far too hot to care about such petty trifles. And so I sit here, sweating like a minotaur in an especially dank and fetid labyrinth, thinking about all our evaporating human qualities.
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And well occupied you are! Just be glad you have something to do.
Posted by: Edward Williams | August 26, 2007 at 13:54