An on-line encounter with the rank stench of hypocrisy and self-justification today chimes in with a section of current reading.
“When we start deceiving ourselves into thinking not that we want something or need something, not that it is a pragmatic necessity for us to have it, but that it is a moral imperative that we have it, then is when we join the fashionable madmen, and then is when the thin whine of hysteria is heard in the land, and then is when we are in bad trouble.”
Joan Didion, Slouching towards Bethlehem (1968) ‘On Morality’
It’s a bright sunny morning with a hint of frostiness in the air that is just the right side of bracing. The house if full to the brim; the usual crew of Deb, Sam, Alys, Tom, Joe and Sid augmented with Dude, Bob, Carly and Antony. The houseguests’ agenda is to relax and take in the sea air.
Unless they hurry up, they might be getting more sea air than they’d like. The weather forecast predicts the country is soon to be lashed by 80 mile an hour gales.
Of course I realise that compared to the recent meteorological comings and goings in Florida say, this kind of weather front is akin to a walk in a park; around these parts though it’s the big banana. Right here, right now though the weather is simply gorgeous. The more we move into autumn the more I love it.
Tom’s cautious affair with the bass guitar continues. He’s infatuated with the groovesome Get Carter theme tune and this morning I showed him how to play the deeply wonderful It’s About That Time. He got it in one pass and then proceeded to grapple with timing and feel. Personally, I was impressed. I doubt I could have done that when I was his age.