Addicted

I can’t believe it, but nowadays I spend more time writing for pleasure than I do reading for pleasure! Me, the bookworm! I’m an addict.


But I tell me it’s okay. As Yeats wrote:”Words alone are certain good!” And Auden, eulogizing Yeats: “Time, that is intolerant/Of the brave and innocent/And indifferent in a week/To a beautiful physique-/Worships language, and forgives/Everyone by whom it lives./Pardons cowardice, conceit,/Lays its honours at their feet.”

What we write when we blog is…I would say, so ephemeral, but it’s not, really. Seems like something damning which you inadvisedly dashed off will haunt you forever, while the stuff you’re proud of will never be seen again once it falls off the main page. But then, I reckon conversation is like that, too.

Oh, I can stop any time! ( But not this week, there’s just…too much going on..)


5 thoughts on “Addicted

    1. Oh I could never do what Kayleigh and Kellyanne do!
      “Born communicator”. I reckon that runs in families. Reminds me of the joke about the support group for relatives of people who talk too much:
      OnandOnAnon.

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  1. “Seems like something damning which you inadvisedly dashed off will haunt you forever, while the stuff you’re proud of will never be seen again once it falls off the main page.”

    This, Hypatia, is golden.

    One of my colonels once told me that I had a habit of sending off “fire, ready, aim” missives when I was hot about something that always ended up with him having to clean-up. I told him something about that was why he was paid the big bucks.

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  2. “One of my colonels once told me that I had a habit of sending off “fire, ready, aim” missives when I was hot about something that always ended up with him having to clean-up. I told him something about that was why he was paid the big bucks.”

    This is definitely gmf!

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