296. Mediocrity.
12 September
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle who wrote that "Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius." I have been ruminating on this without meaning to, of late, wondering in which category I might be placed. Being something of an idealist, it's difficult for me to think that someone would be unable to see higher than themselves. We are all creatures of divine possibility, and it is to possibility that we aspire.
I've been feeling particularly alone of late. While Diefenbaker is as much company as a deaf wolf can be, my life, as such, is isolating. I know that this is, to some extent, my own doing. The consulate has been quiet. My liaison duties have been similarly quiet. Even the community, which usually requires my attention, has been distracted with illness, holidays, and the beginning of the school year.
I don't mean to complain. It is the wish of every law enforcement officer to not be needed. However, there is very little with which I can occupy myself. I have taken to reading what are generally considered to be works of great literature. Master and Commander. Moby Dick. Horatio Hornblower. I had not intended all of my works to be related to the sea, but I can't help but think of my time as a merchant sailor. It was, upon reflection, one of the happier periods of my life.
Ray (not the Ray with which I am currently partnered, but the Ray with which I was previously partnered) and I were tracking down a shipment of gold and were forced to go undercover as merchant sailors. It was not a particularly long mission, and we almost drowned, as I recall, but in the end, the killers were brought to justice, and the gold rightfully returned to its owner.
Fraser
Due South
303 words
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle who wrote that "Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius." I have been ruminating on this without meaning to, of late, wondering in which category I might be placed. Being something of an idealist, it's difficult for me to think that someone would be unable to see higher than themselves. We are all creatures of divine possibility, and it is to possibility that we aspire.
I've been feeling particularly alone of late. While Diefenbaker is as much company as a deaf wolf can be, my life, as such, is isolating. I know that this is, to some extent, my own doing. The consulate has been quiet. My liaison duties have been similarly quiet. Even the community, which usually requires my attention, has been distracted with illness, holidays, and the beginning of the school year.
I don't mean to complain. It is the wish of every law enforcement officer to not be needed. However, there is very little with which I can occupy myself. I have taken to reading what are generally considered to be works of great literature. Master and Commander. Moby Dick. Horatio Hornblower. I had not intended all of my works to be related to the sea, but I can't help but think of my time as a merchant sailor. It was, upon reflection, one of the happier periods of my life.
Ray (not the Ray with which I am currently partnered, but the Ray with which I was previously partnered) and I were tracking down a shipment of gold and were forced to go undercover as merchant sailors. It was not a particularly long mission, and we almost drowned, as I recall, but in the end, the killers were brought to justice, and the gold rightfully returned to its owner.
Fraser
Due South
303 words