Sunday, August 18, 2013


"After the momentous lunch at the Corridor Restaurant, Elaine had returned to Manchester Square (where she was staying with one of her numerous aunts) in a frame of mind that embraced a tangle of competing emotions.   In the first place she was conscious of a dominant feeling of relief;  in a moment of impetuosity, not wholly influenced by pique,  she had settled the problem which hours of hard thinking and serious heart-searching had brought no nearer to solution, and although she felt just a little inclined to be scared at the head-long manner of her final decision, she had now very little doubt in her own mind that the decision had been the right one."

Yesterday (again) I remembered and considered, eyes fixed on the pavement, mind in the mud, "consciousness raising" and its ur-thorniness. 

Time's arrow, bull's-eye, getaway, takeaway, the whole damn thing.  

Text:  Saki, The Unbearable Bassington (1912)

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