Gold
Woke up just after midnight.
Succumbing to the advent of a cold I went to bed quite early tonight, while listening to the penultimate book in the Baroque Cycle. It has been a delight to revisit this astonishing epic for many reasons, but perhaps most fascinating of all is how, like the Solomonic gold that plays a theme in the Cycle, my own memory has been like a pan held down in the stream of time; only the most precious flecks have been caught in my memory, and they shine quite brightly indeed. Yep, I think I have a fever. Time to get up and take some Advil.
Succumbing to the advent of a cold I went to bed quite early tonight, while listening to the penultimate book in the Baroque Cycle. It has been a delight to revisit this astonishing epic for many reasons, but perhaps most fascinating of all is how, like the Solomonic gold that plays a theme in the Cycle, my own memory has been like a pan held down in the stream of time; only the most precious flecks have been caught in my memory, and they shine quite brightly indeed. Yep, I think I have a fever. Time to get up and take some Advil.