Copenhagen by Michael Frayn by Katherine and old Delly computer
Dear All
Failed again.I thought starting my letter early would be a good idea.But starting is one thing.Finishing is harder.Anyway my main news is that I got married last week.I didn’t say anything because it’s private.But then marriage is a social and religious institution.So it’s not private at all.That’s logic for you.Useless.
Do you remember learning long division as it would be ” useful later” and quadratic equations too.Have you ever found a use for them?
My husband is called X.
X Ray.Ph.D
He studied at Stamford,Hale and Cumbrage.He now works laying tarmac on roads while writing his thesis on
Tarmac and Wittgenstein:How covering old roads destroys our links with the past,nature and the wordless dimension of life with brief references to Lacan and The Real,and Winnicot’s Transitional Spaces.
You will be wondering where I met Ray.Well, we met in the library when we were looking at the same section… post modern novels.There were only three so we each took one and left the other for some intellectual loner with melancholia and schizoid personality disorder.We must think of others even in the library.
He asked me if he could drive me home and he’s now part of the furniture.He has three children called Ophelia, Arriva and Mercury.They used tlo live quite near; their mother died young and Ray has brought them up by himself.At least, he never got married again until he caught me.
Mercury is now called Mark and he is a teacher in Venezuela.He teaches art to depressed people in a hospital and sells his own work on the net.Right now he’s into snails.And mathematics.
Well Ray wants his dinner and also he has twin cats who need feeding.I choose this as I love to feed people.And they do other wonderful and unnameable things in return.Not paying me,of course.That would be a sin.
So please forgive me if I don’t tell you the full story today.
Or even before Xmas.Be happy, my children and donate to charity if you can.
Yours ever
Kitty cat
How my heart sings 