I am so tired.
I am too tired to think.
Or to read.
Or to write.
I have shot my bolts - all of them. We’ve had this discussion before, about bolts.
I will catch up tomorrow.
I hope.
Right now I am too tired.
What kind of a blogger am I?
the day after
Another Stratford day yesterday, a long and fruitful one, and tiring. More anon.
And I do mean anon, like tomorrow. I just found a story I've been thinking about for quite a while in the light of current events and I want to bring it to your attention and thoughts.. Does anyone remember a 1931 story by James Thurber, "The Greatest Man in the World"? It's the story of Jack "Pal" Smurch who flew nonstop around the world and who has become a great national hero. He's a scumbag with a criminal record, but the public expects a true hero. He just wants to know what' s in it for him: money, fame, good times. The politicians planning his celebration push Smurch out of a hi-rise window, thereby ensuring the preservation of his reputation as a revered symbol. The story is satire. ("Satire," said the playwright George Kaufman [1889-1961], "is what closes on Saturday night.")
Well, I keep thinking of that story and also of the Aesop fable about the frogs who wanted a king.You do remember that one.
Someone once said that every government gets the leader it deserves. [ w:Joseph de Maistre (1 April 1753 – 26 February 1821) was a Savoyard lawyer, diplomat, writer, and philosopher.]
Who decides?