Jul 10, 2005 20:21
Evelyn Waugh, hurrah. My hair is nearly long enough. I hate being drunk. I love theater. I have two dozen roses, and a fifteen hundred dollar airline gift certificate. This is for real. I could really really go. Venice, anyone? Or, a weekend houseguest (Emma? Where are you)?
It's too hot here. Nighttime is the only. Today was wood putty.
Evelyn Waugh is always marvelous for the first two-thirds. Then it's depressing. I suppose that's the real life part. Why is real life supposed to be depressing? I cannot find out. I think it should be probably realistic and harsh and bitter but certainly not depressing. I am not depressed. Okay a little perhaps. The prospect of life seems dull, what with school and selling houses. But presumably there will be Advantages, drinking binges, also I foresee learning to ride the bike. Anyway it is difficult to be depressed when you are being surprised.
Evelyn wants to make it more realistic by being more depressing. This is a fault. Life should be horrid, but not bleak. Also: many fruitful anarchist/unschooler, school=prison illusions drawn. Very Zen. Indifference of in prison or in System (schools, jobs), only with Brit accent.
I really must create a filing system for all these analyses.
Surprises : depression :: cream : coffee
Only not quite.