E@L forgot that the bath was running in there while he was sitting out here.
Was going to write something deep and meaningful, something touching, amusing and profound, something witty, wise and wonderful... Something about buying books, choosing which ones this time, reading them or not, the wisdom of the antients, the combined knowledge of man "lying in magic preservation in the pages of books", the winged chariot of Time, about growing old and staying young, about unnecessary regret and the futility of nostalgia for the many unlived lives we carry in our imaginations... and the myriad reasons to be cheerful (Part 3)...
But he's got to call for more towels right at this moment...
p.s. The post will never be as good the blurb, now that my aquatic Porlock has come to interrupt...)
p.p.s. E@L was lucky to find his room to even turn on the bath: 5 hotel rooms in a 10 day trip! Those room numbers are swirling about my head like a birdies after a cartoon punch.
p.p.p.s. Do they have books in heaven? Books about failings and frailty and fucking it all up? Books about love unrequited, about sex uninvited*? If not, I don't want to go there. *(Sorry for the internal rhyme, the fault was all mine.)
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