Wednesday, September 23, 2009
What If?
What if my supposed intelligence and this book I keep talking about are just the snobbish delusions of a back street weirdo everybody else avoids because he has the stench of failure and loneliness about him? What if this time off work spent labouring over the book is a criminal waste of temporary liberty and I would have been better occupied lying on a beach with a cocktail in my hand? What if all my ideas really are just the useless transparent rationalisations of a pathetic man who was rejected early by society and never made his way back in? Huh? What if?
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2 comments:
never undervalue the beach
or cocktails
you could always write
at the beach
type with one hand
drink with the other
You're a wise man indeed Ralph.
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