Timing
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literature
2020 vision
The first six or seven days of a new year, find me all at sixes and sevens: What year is this? What just happened? What happens next? How old am I? Did I just waste twelve whole months? Will I do better this year? Should I stop reading obituaries? What am I going to do
Forewarned is…bad
It would be good, now and then, to have a visitor from the future drop in, say “Hi, what year is this?”, and, on being told, reply “Oh, well, it will all be ok in the end, you know.” But what if he just frowned, thoughtfully?
Black and blue Friday
We all know that Friday the Thirteenth is just another day, really. But it is good to be reminded, now and then, that our lives are subject to chance, accident, randomness, and that around every corner there may be a banana skin.
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Under the influence
I’ve always been the trendsetter who set a trend of not setting trends
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The lost generation
When I see an unusual familiar name in the news, I think, “Oh that must be the daughter (or son) of someone who I once knew”. Turns out, these days, it’s usually a grandchild.
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General Donald J. Trump
Viewed from afar, in ignorance, really, and with no dog in the hunt, no skin in the game, no horse in the race, it seems to me that America has recently refought her Civil War, but this time the South won.
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Paradox
If I had known then what I know now, I would have done some things differently, would have done different things. But then I wouldn’t have known the same things now as I knew just a moment ago.
One man in his time
We all, I think make the mistake, of confusing actors with the roles they play on stage. But we are all actors on the stage of life. Don’t confuse me with roles I play.
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Better late
I reached my seventies, it seemed, in a rush. Suddenly I was wandering in a forest of years: 71, 77, 73, 78, 74, and look, over there, at the edge of the forest, is 79. And I think, “I won’t be in this forest very long, for I am running through it. I should make