I’ll spare myself the nonsense over at TNYT for now. On one news source here in France, I learn that the Pope “flays” Europe’s anesthetized social conscience. The same verb (fustiger, in French) appears in another headline. Please, spare Europa the whip, folks. In my experience, beatings never improved anyone’s disposition.
I also watched a brief video in which a sociologist talked of the perils of falling into the sloughs of coupledom – the places where the home fan, best buddy and loyal supporter turns into the provider of subtle and/or brutal attacks on the other’s weak spots and self-confidence. This last because of a moment in the draft where one (or both) of the characters in a relationship must wonder if they can help each other over the next pile of insurmountable odds or if they’d best go at them solo. Always a loaded question, in fiction as in real life.
No rehearsal this morning and the possibility to break away from the town for the day. No one needs to flay my social conscience. Plus, when no solutions show up for lingering problems, a break is better than an endless re-hashing of the issues. Shuffling papers into a different configuration on the desk may provide unexpected results, at times. If not, a change is as good as a holiday.
Yesterday, getting away from it all involved reading breaks. They’ve carried me to page seventy-nine of a hundred and seventeen pages of learned introduction to Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. In this instance, I use the word learned with delight because of the weaving of old and new insights the introduction provides (I’m reading the Oxford University Press Oxford World’s Classics edition, edited by Peter Holland). Of special note for me: dreams and their range from the mundane to the visionary or prophetic.
So. Away on a sunny day. Whether I’ll take in the whole selection of free films offered at Albi’s Scène nationale today, I don’t know. Today is partly about getting away from any set agenda other than catching the bus out of town, and back.