You know, I’m getting worried at my inability to have unmediated experiences. Everything reminds me of something in literature. It reminds me of this passage in Brideshead Revisited (1945):
“Oh, don’t talk in that damned bounderish way. Why must you see everything second-hand? Why must this be a play? Why must my conscience be a Pre-Raphaelite picture?”
“It’s a way I have.”
“I hate it.” (Op. cit.)
I guess the only two ways out are to never read anything, or to never experience anything…
Exactly. And you knew this was coming:
to never read anything…
…or to never experience anything.
P.S. I am deeply offended by this: “post-transgressive logomagician & Guardian reader Simon Whitechapel”. Please get it right. The Overlord is a committed Guardian-reader.
I’d say sorry, but white males don’t deserve apologies.
Er, If I may ask something completely unrelated…is there really another Whitechapel book in progress? You posted something about this a while ago, but jokes and reality often share the same wavelength here.
Depends what kinda white they are.
…is there really another Whitechapel book in progress?
Stories are ready, but I haven’t checked the wordcount. In terms of issues around a title, I am presently committed to Yr Wylan Ddu, as pre-noted previously.