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Have you forgotten what we were like then
when were were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in
its mouth
it’s no use worrying about
Time
but we did have a few tricks up our
sleeves
and turned some sharp corners
the whole pasture looked like
our meal
we didn’t need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water
I wouldn’t want to be faster
or greener than now if you were
with me O you
were the best of all my days
NOTE: “This male
cardinalfish looks open-mouthed in astonishment at the magnitude
of the task he’s taken on.
Definitely a new man of the marine world, the male is solely
responsible for nurturing both the eggs and later the baby fishes,
which he holds in his mouth. This means
dad goes without eating for four to five weeks,
which shows an impressive degree of devotion to family
life. Does he once
open his mouth to complain? No,
but he does open it, from time to time, so that his precious
cargo are turned, cleaned and provided with oxygen.” – Caption
description from Hello! Magazine, Number 1275, 6 May 2013.
He began by saying
that everybody thought of Space as an empty homogeneous medium.
“Never mind at present what the ultimate
constituents of that medium are. We take it as a finished
product, and we think of it as mere extension, something without any quality at
all. That is the view of civilized man. You will find all the
philosophers taking it for granted. Yes, but every living thing does not
take that view. An animal, for instance. It feels a kind of quality
in Space. It can find its way over new country, because it perceives
certain landmarks, not necessarily material, but perceptible, or if you like
intelligible. Take an Australian savage. He has the same power, and
I believe, for the same reason. He is conscious of intelligible
landmarks.”
“You mean what people call a sense of
direction,” I put in.
“Yes, but what in Heaven’s name is a sense of
direction? The phrase explains nothing. However incoherent the mind
of the animal or the savage may be, it is there somewhere, working on some
data. I’ve been all through the psychological and anthropological side of
the business, and after you eliminate clues from sight and hearing and smell
and half-conscious memory there remains a solid lump of the inexplicable.”
From: John Buchan, "Space"
(1912)
Dr.
Feelgood: Don't You Just Know It (1976) (Link)
