I just realized the tone of yesterday's post was a bit more pessimistic than I intended. When I started the essay, I wanted to conclude with one of my favorite Sophocles quotations.
But I forgot.
So here it is.
Sometimes one has to wait until the evening to see how glorious the day has been.
The author of Electra knew of what he wrote.
Or, better yet, the patron saint of expatriates -- T.S. Elliott:
Time you enjoyed wasting is not wasted time.
So what date does the barrister leave for hammock land?
ReplyDeleteWe want to hold you to it....
10 November is etched in stone. I head to Merida for the bloggers' conference and a bit of Yucatan touring. Then to Melaque on 20 November.
ReplyDeleteTIME ENJOYED WASTING IS SIMPLY TIME WASTED!!!! Regardless of what some recondite Anglophilic poet has to say about it.
ReplyDeleteIt is bad enough to waste time, but then to take time to find literary rationalizations for this waste is a corruption of character. It is a form of self-deceit.
A record is kept of our each day's efforts to improve. Make no mistake about it. To ignore this fundamental metaphysical fact of life is to simply court disaster.
anm