I've never tried one. I think its properties are chiefly medicinal, largely attributable to the dash of Worcestershire sauce that is the final flourish. Anyway, that isn't what I wanted to say. What I wanted to say was that I came up with a good phrase the other day. I was having a discussion on a delicate matter and anxious all the while to not cause any agitation or upset. So, to make that point while still alluding (very subtly) to past grievances I suggested that I didn't want to 'rake up old toads'. Maybe it'll catch on.
A Jacobite Agent.
I've had a funny day. And now I've got to thinking about it. I was thinking of some lines from Marvell a few days ago and feeling a bit peeved, tired, frustrated and not exactly gruntled. But I have realised that things are okay, really. Definitely okay. Maybe better than okay. And I'm grateful for all that.
Most of our stories now are, as far as I can see, a conflated muddle of half understood ideas mixed in with a huge amount of wishful thinking, a dangerous measure of untrammelled egotism and a hefty dose of nauseating sentimentality. I appreciate, of course, that we all are subject to these elements some or most of the time in our own thinking but I think it pays to keep it all at a dull roar if possible. I am also aware that our brains live on the edge of chaos and that can be quite entertaining if you like that sort of thing. Anyway, what I am getting at is that I naturally have no time for the Easter story which I simply find impossibly disturbing. But it did occur to me after developing a fierce headache on Easter Monday that it could all be improved, and, indeed, made more plausible, by adding in some other stuff to the commercialism, the dogma, the primitive and the unutterably nonsensical. My offering is parthenogenesis.
Peeling the Onion
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