Why not look into your own window?

I was recalling that a few weeks ago in the dark winter I went outside.The light was on but the curtains were still open.I stood by the window and looked in,I found that exciting.The room looked more beautiful than I normally see it to be.I was more aware of the pictures on the wall which maybe I don’t always look at when in the room.I saw the bookshelves and some little objects like sea shells..and some papers and pens on the dining table.. a telephone and some coats on a stand

I think it does work best in the evening when the lights are lit.

So ,next ,I am thinking of standing on my head and looking at the room upside down.But I shall need an intrument like a periscope unless I put a table or chair outside and stand upside down on that…so if I don’t post I could be in hospital or in a police cell! Or maybe having psychiatric treatment.But surely if it’s one’s own house and garden one should be permitted to do such acrobatic stunts..? Or I could just invert a photo!

A pity we have no feet on our heads.They could be useful like those eyes in the back of the head that some people seem to have

I believe it’s important to get new perspectives on ordinary life…. which is not ordinary at all.and it’s cheaper than drink and drugs.

I think being curious is better than not being interested

A canal

Maybe this is a rationalization but I believe it’s a good thing to look into other people’s houses,after all that’s why windows were invented.. so people could see in.That’s what my mother told me and who am I to contradict her?

Yes,who am I?Someone who looks into windows.Once I had a boyfriend who was very handsome.. only once,but there we go.As we were out walking by a canal.. so romantic.. we passed the back of some houses and he told me it was a crime to look into a woman’s bedroom and watch her undressing.

But unless you were very tall,how could you look into her bedroom and anyway how would you know which one it was

Would you ring the bell and say,

Excuse me,.madam,which room do you sleep in?

And she might say.

Who are you,the KGB?

And pour a pan of water over his head or maybe some ink….

..come to think of it,that would explain a lot. about his appearance!

I guess,reading between the lines, he wanted to watch me undress but I kept quiet.Another time we got caught in heavy rain riding our bikes [yes,no cars thenm] When we got back to his place,he was so kind.He said,

Your trousers look wet.I don’t mind if you take them off.

. but a little bird warned me not to…I only had the one pair and maybe he wanted them for himself!

He never took me out for a meal but he was extremely good looking.. dark hair,brown eyes and pale creamy skin… on his face.. I never saw his body as we broke up before long and I was a virgin in those days although I did use Tampax which was forbidden by the Bishop..

Can you believe it?A Bishop should never have heard of Tampax.. they were all celibate then.I thought before it meant celebrate but I realised later it was nothing to celebrate.

Anyway,I guess after using those super large ones I was not a virgin and it was easier than finding another handsome boyfriend..no point sleeping with an ugly one unless you are extremely kind which I am not….I’m just fairly kind and selfish in the usual way..I want my own way.

Blimey,what was I going to say?

Oh,yes,don’t draw the curtains as I am painting them tomorrow..And then I shall draw them or was it the other way round?

How seeing human troubles affects us differently

This morning I was having coffee in a very nice place when a group of people came inwhich consisted of about 7 physically and mentally disabled adults each with a carer.They were all given drinks.Some seemed calm and happy.One woman seemed very agitatedShe was walking around on tip toe jabbing her fingers into her own face… a large kind young worker was with her.. seemed not to see other people.My reaction was to feel happy that such people are now taken out to enjoy the sunny morning and a drink in cafe.My companion found it very distressing for some hours afterwards too. I have often seen them or more usually it is children like that who are taken to some coffee shop,I was only pleased that the place from where they come will pay the high prices charged.Yet on other occasions this friend watches violent films on TV with no effect.I never do.We are all different.And now we have a better society I hope the government is not planning to cut back on care for the handicapped… they used to be very restricted partly because noone wanted to see them.

I would not mind working with them if I had training for it.Would you like your son or daughter to do that instead of going for training to work in the City or become a lawyer or doctor? My friend could never do it.I find that food for thought

Window gazing

Don’t turn round,because I am staring into your window.I want to see if you have any weird pictures on your wall and whether you put the ironing board down when you finishor leave it up.And if you have a fire.

Do you have any books?I am wondering what your life is like,trying to imagine ,I see the world is divided between people who have patterns on the carpet,those who prefer plain carpet and those who have no carpets..And again,wallpaper.Why does it have all those little faces in it?Are they all watching us?If so why?Are they angels or spirits1?Is that a bottle of brandy you are swigging?This woman is smoking and looking at Vogue and next door the woman is holding a crying baby.Here is a man standing gazing into a mirror…

I look into your windows but not the bedroom windows as they are too high up!Unless I get a ladder.. from the window cleanerIs it a sin or a crime to look into other people’s windows?I suppose people might think it eccentric.I would love to look into people’s eyes and see their spirits but they are invisible now.Once I could see them like alittle lightAnd anyhow. people get annoyed if you look into their eyes too long or not long enough.I believe my staring is odious but we all have our oddnesses…I can’t prove it..but I believe it

Discuss briefly and then write your own oddity down

Where has Sunday gone?

Sunday evening is a time when in the UK those who have jobs get ready to go into work [unless they are on shifts].Children prepare their school bags… the weekkend is coming to an end

How different though is the earlier part of Sunday from what is was in my youth.In those days the shops were closed and we would visit relatives after we had been to Church in the morning.We would have the traditional English breakfast of eggs and bacon with delicious fried bread.. [after Mass if we had fasted in order to receive Holy Communion]

In the summer during the afternoon we were often taken out by bus into the countryside.Sometimes relatives would come.Otherwise we had no phone and would just go round unannounced and be given tea.There was a special quiet calm feeling on Sunday.

After the special Sunday dinner,mothers would do little cooking later on..So it was a bit of a rest for them.Men would relax,smoke a cigarette and discuss politics or football.Women would knit as they chatted and children roamed free in the streets and parks.

Now,Sunday is almost like any other day.Many people work to keep shops open..Instead of Church it’s Starbucks or Costa Coffee.Children even of secondary school age are supervised all the time and roaming free is no longer possible.There is a feeling of fear in the air..there were always paedophiles and fear has escalated.We have too many news programmes so if someome in Florida dies in a fire we hear it here in the UK…we need boundaries,

And the most important fact is we cannot now call in on anyone because now Sunday is not a day when everyone will be at home.Indeed a roast Sunday dinner is a rare event… more likely it will be horsemeat burgers abd frozen chips.The fridge is full and each person can pick a meal and heat it in the microwave.Some children come to school who have never eaten at a table or used cutlery.Some are not toilet trained at five!

A free day for personal and social life,as well as the time for religious activities,mediation or conversation… that has almost gone…and what a loss it is.We could drive out to visit friends as it was the only day traffic was low… but now we just can’t do that.Every day we have delivery lorries and other heavy traffic.

Mostly the loss is that day when apart from religious sevices there was the freedom to socialise and meet people knowing they were not in a hurry.We were allowed to play but women did not do washing,ironing or heavy work..so they could be with their husband and enjoy watching their children play

The one advantage is that now many old people live alone and so to have the shops and Library open is very nice for them…but the loss is something irreparable.

Where ‘er you walk

The Handel Aria

This poor young lady looks as if a visit to the Fish and Chip shop would benefit her.. hope she’s not got anorexia nervosa.

And all the summer through the water saunter

The word “saunter” makes me think of this poem..

photo by Shamu 28

This is Auden reading his poem,Island which talks of clouds sauntering through the harbour water.

Some write,some have rites and some have OCD

I may have put a jokey title but I know OCD is nothing to joke about…… it is hard for sufferers and their families

Yet all rites and rituals are cousins to OCD.I suppose the distinction may come if you find that you grow fearful and distraught when, by some chance, you cannot carry out your usual rites and rituals like washing your hands ten times or avoiding cracks in the sidewalk or pavement……many children fear that but most forget as they grow more confident

I certainly hate to see my early morning tea if it’s in the wrong cup but not enough to stop me from drinking 5 mugfuls of it.I am a tea lady ..one drink I cannot live without

Religion has, as one important aspect, a way of attempting to create order in a frightening world.We make offerings to placate the gods who cause storms and fires and epidemic diseases.Though by now we ourselves have created even worse darker gods, like nuclear bombs

I think the value of rellgion is the coming together and getting strength through that.

It unites people in a helpful way [ except for the other people who have different rites.]

People with OCD often have rituals which are private… and if they can’t do them they are agitated almost beyond endurance…But if they can do them they feel safer… And sometimes they can take over a life and then the person needs help or courage to face the hidden fear and outface it.

The same way,if your religion takes over your life I think you need help.Religion is to encourage you live a better life not cause you excessive misery and pain… or not too much…we all do wrong,we all make mistakes… we do penance.We are forgiven,we forgive…. some people don’t, so avoid such people if you can.They even frighten God!

Whatever God is. he accepts us…. that’s my firm belief.. and ….if He won’t accept me then I won’t accept Him or Her

Does God have a body…does he have a mind?

I guess we cannot conceive what God may be or not in discursive language at any rate

Do you mind,Lord?

No,not at all.. I am listening

Thank you,God

My pleasure.

We are here, waiting patiently, despite all the trials.and the troubles..ready to listen

No style of parenting produces happy children

Every kind of parenting produces unhappy adults.Read it here in The Onion

This could be a relief to anxious parents or a blow leaving parents confused about how to be good parents

Lost or broken rituals

May the day bless you with happiness and joy

My early life and its rituals:

In the evening after we finished our homework we packed our satchels ready for school.We filled our fountain pens with ink and sharpened our pencils.We used pencils a good deal as ink was not cheap.Then we wound up our watches and dad polished all our shoes and brushed them till they gleamed.When I was small I recall us kneeeling in a semi circle by the fire and saying night prayers out loud together.Then later we stopped doing that and so we said them in our bedrooms.We always knelt down.Dad used to sing lullabies when my sister was a baby.Now babies probably have a digital device playing music to them or a mini TV over the cot.In the morning the prayers were a bit rushed as we were not so good at getting up.Then after breakfast our watches and satchels were ready so we couls dash off to school.I think now even watches are run on batteries and people use ballpoints with long kasting refills there are few acts we need to do regularly but writing a blog could be one if done thoughtfuly.I had a satchel like this until I saved enough money to buy a briefcase.

If only

You can see this and more here

A character in a novel

If you write about yourself about what others might like to know…. will it be like seeing yourself as a character in a novel?

So do you come nearer to yourself or more distanced

I think others know us better than we do but may be too polite to tell us unless we ask

What is the mind? I don’t know yet!

If you have time,try this link.It is full of sentences that give different aspects but seems to include both thought, feeling and judgment not to mention…I almost forgot,memory.

Mind ,Oxford Etymology

THINKING ABOUT WHAT THE MIND IS

I have not put this here because I know what the mind is.More that after my post yesterday and the ensuing exchange I had realised I was not sure what the mind is.It’s certainly not all those silly thoughts we have as we run around the supermarket or brood on when feeling down in the dumps [always a bad idea]

To me it’s what makes us an agent in our own life as we can think and study our actions and our ideas [and is related to what was called Logos by the Greeks]. …but I have a lot of studying and thinking to do,I feel it’s not me thinking but some faculty within me.I suppose that brings up the question of what is me or what am I.For example I have dreams but it’s not the conscious me that created them..they are nore clever and complex than I could think of I got a paragraph from Wikipedia

“Whatever its relation to the physical body it is generally agreed that mind is that which enables a being to have subjective awareness and intentionality towards their environment, to perceive and respond to stimuli with some kind of agency, and to have consciousness, including thinking and feeling.

Now I am going for a walk so I shall listen to what emerges

Quote of the day 1# – Edgar Allan Poe

I love the humor

What do people most want to know about other people?

I have not carried out a survey so I shall write about what I would like to know.I’d like to know what makes you happy.I hope you are happy often.And if not what do you do.So,for me. I feel happy when I have completed some task and have a sense of achievement because then I can relax and sit staring into space because staring into space makes me feel happy.And if there is a tree there,even better.I like to sit with maybe music but no talk.I like not to talk.If I am not happy,I do whatever I need to do as slowly and carefully as I can.And think what I’d say to another person who felt like that:It’s alright to be sad.Be sad but don’t wallow in it.Then I’d make some tea and listen to Die Winterreisse which is very sad but it makes me feel happy…perhaps it expresses what I can’t express.

I like tea more than coffee and I like home made bread made in someone else’s home.
I am no good at sewing but I like turning up hems because using my hands makes me happy too.I would like to do more with my hands.I believe that is good for the brain.

I like going out at dusk when people put on the lights and I stare into their windows to see how they have decorated their rooms.So don’t pull the curtains,please.Is it legal?I am surprised how bare some rooms are..

I like helping blind people across the road as long as that is what they want.

I don’t like it when men push me or let doors close when I am going through.At Christmas people get very aggressive shopping;

I used to like hearing people quote adages like

There’s many a true word spoken in jest

but I don’t think people say such things now…. more like

What the hell are you doing playing ball in the street?

And who says now:

I am in the doldrums [from the Ancient Mariner]

Or even,

To be or not to be., That is bad for my digestion

Is this a dagger I see before me?

No,it’s the potato peeler.

Good for the heart?

Do you listen to your heart or your mind?How do you tell the difference?

Cruelty to Hilary Mantel by Giles Coren in the Times yesterday

I am a great admirer of Hilary Mantel’s novels and have been for years so I know she has had appalling health problems.The drugs she’s on make her much fatter than before… but why should that matter?

Giles Coren, call her an “inflatable Ken Dodd ” and suggests she writes because she can;t get a man.Well if Giles Coren was the last man on earth I would not date him.

HM made a very intellectual and nuanced speech last week in which she mentioned the role of Kate Middleton in the Royal family.I am unsurprised by the tabloids reaction but very much by the PM.Ed Milliband and the Times.None have read her words.

Such cruelty is common now but not all fat people eat much and I’d rather go to bed with an obese yet charming man than any of these cruel nasties…attraction has many aspects only one of which is conventional beauty.

Where’s the Papal Bull?

Where's the Papal Bull?

A funny china shop

Don’t read this paper

Don't read this paper

Coffee morning

This joke has a wider application than the dinner party

This is from the website Introvert jokes.I love it

W Somerset Maugham quotes

At a dinner party one should eat wisely but not too well, and talk well but not too wisely.

W Somerset Maugham quotes

Like a river

Life goes on like a river flowing.So we need to flow too even if we have to navigate rocks and boulders.Sometimes it’s easy flowing downhill but landslips may block the way.But the water keeps pushing and finds a way round all obstacles.

Sometimes we may suffer and even despair.In ancient books we read that God can touch us at that moment

.It’s hard to describe but wait on God .Simone Weil wrote a book called “Waiting on God”

I find it interesting to use the words wait on in different ways.

What I won’t wear

What I won't wear

What a disgraceful woman does not wear

Learn stats the silly way with Stan… illustrated by the author herself most cunningly

Stan teaches a class a sense of proportion

Stan was teaching social statistics to a group of elderly neighbors.Since he was 109 it gave them all hope to see him demonstrating his prowess with various techniques.He was planning to do some logic and philosophy too.Annie was sitting by the door so she could answer the bell if any paramedics turned up for tea.
I’m not going to calculate ” the standard deviations” he murmured.”I just want you to grasp the general purpose.”
“Deviation,they’re not normal are they?” enquired his neighbor “Henry,an ex-English teacher.”So how can they be standard.It’s confusing..”
“Are you thinking of deviants?” Stan enquired calmly yet firmlililily.”Certainly not,at my age I’m a bit past that!””Still it adds a bit of excitement to the class.” he thought.
How do words in ordinary language relate to those in Statistics?”asked Henry kindlily.
“They are just more precisely defined in statistics.To say someone is a deviant is a rather vague term.”
“No,it’s not!My neighbor is a deviant.He always dresses entirely in yellow.”
“Well,that must be hard to do.Certainly unusual.” Stan agreed boldly.
“But in another country that might be the norm.So it’s a matter of context.In statistics it’s more boring.There’s a formula.It’s totally independent of context.Have you ever wondered why so many mathematicians have more than a touch of Asperger’s syndrome?”

“No,it’s not something that wanders through my mind much”replied Henry
A shudder passed through the room at hearing the word “formula“,which perhaps they considered something of a deviant!Anything with letters and numbers mixed together is certainly not welcome in many people’s minds, along with their more unusual sexual tastes,desires and inclinations which were kept secret even from themselves in many cases.

“Time for tea.” called Annie,hoping to divert their attention.She carried in a platter of mouse sandwiches kindly donated by the local ambulance service and some iced Victoria sponge she and Stan had made
the day before.
“Just a quick word about next week.We’ll take a look at ratios and proportions and maybe see how that relates to the concept of rationality.”
“That sounds fun!” Annie called encouragingly.Henry decided to act on a deviant desire and fell onto her lap.”Oh,dear!” she gasped loudly as the chair collapsed under her.”Why can’t you be deviant at home?”
“My wife won’t let me!” He kindlily answered.
“And look,” Stan continued,”we’ll have to ring 999.This chair is in fragments.I thought for one day we’d be able to avoid calling them out!”
“Well,life is not controllable.” said a quiet but fierce looking lady with sharp green eyes.”That’s what makes it tolerable”
She then greedily consumed a large piece of iced cake .
“I can stand the thinking if the cake is good” she whispered to her shy friend Amy.”That’s rather a feeble argument,”Amy retorted.”You can’t really compare cake and statistics.”
“I’ll compare anything I like!” the green eyed woman snarled loudly.
“You do what you like but you must keep a sense of proportion!”
“Now then,have you rung 999?” Stan queried of Annie.”Yes,here they are,and they’ve got a stretcher for the chair!”
“Well,that’s certainly unusual,even deviant“,Stan thought anxiously to himself.”Where do they get their funding? Is there a fund for distributing money to help chairs which are not normal?

.To be continued..

Dr Caskett

I once had a doctor called Casket.
Who kept all his eggs in one basket.
When his house set on fire,
He put them all in the fryer.
And into the flames he then tossed it.

Another of my doctors was Fred.
He once tried to climb into my bed.
I said “je t’adore”,
As I showed him the door.
And a virtuous life I then led.

I married a doctor called Baird.
He managed to get my heart stirred.
He was as bald as a coot,
And smelled like ripe fruit.
When I talked he seemed never to have heard.

So when I was filing a suit.
His big eyes filled up with doubt.
He said “What have I done,
That now you me shun?”
I said “Nothing,yet you looked like a brute!”

I packed up my suitcase and left.
My hands signals were not very deft
So I walked straight ahead
And fell into your bed.
Now I’m not Baird, I’m called West.

My scruples and other thoughts

Pray Father,give me a Dressing.It is five Tweets since my last Depression
So what have you done now?
Well,as I’ve done nothing wrong today I am suffering from Pride.
You seem to think about yourself too much…maybe
How much is too much,Uncle?
Well,when we are happy and doing something we enjoy,we forget ourselves entirely.
and that is the best way to be.
But first we need some security.How can I get that.
You need a spam guard for your mind!At the moment you are on automatic which is the default setting of your brain to act like a reptile…
Thanks very much,Father,I never knew I was a reptile.Did they have scruples..
It was kill or be killed.Don’t you see the scruples are an attack on yourself?The reptile is attacking you… as you have frightening thoughts it’s annoyed.
So how do I rebutt these? thoughts
Say,Alright if I’m the most wicked man in the city,smite me and do your worst.I am not afraid any more..I have done my best and if it’s not good enough strike me dead now or forever give me peace,
And what will happen after that?
Well,we shall see.But you have to face this thing head on.Bring it to a head.Lance the boil.
So if God does smite me dead?
Well, do you really think you are so wicked because you stole a half penny from the charity box fifty years ago>
I see it’s a sort of pride… a theatrical display of guilt.
Yes, quite right.Anyway, if you survive your ordeal let me know and I’ll give it a try.
Why,don’t say you have scruples too?
Yes,I have scruples about giving advice to people.If they follow it and it’s no good… it worries me….
Why don’t we do or die together,Father?
I’ll give you a buzz.
Meanwhile am I absolved?
Yes, dear boy.Sometimes I wish I could be dissolved..
Why is that?
I’d like to lose myself.
Why not try reading a good book…I recommend Nicholas Freeling.
But I feel guilty reading.
Now look here,Father,God helps those who help themselves….give yourself a break…
A good novel, a cup of tea and a pussy on your knee,you’ll be transformed.
Thank you,my child.
Don’t mention it,Father.
Don’t mention what?
They never say.
It’s just a phrase or is it a phase?
It’s all Greek to me.
I know some very sweet Greeks or are they geeks?
Just one letter can make such a difference..
Write soon.

I think he’s gone crazy

I love you and you love me!
Believer!
Where on earth should I be?
Whenever.
I blocked cookies all my life
If you want one,ask the wife.
I eat spam, and google then,
I begin all over again.
whatever.
I ban websites for a living
But my wife is very forgiving,
Men ever!
I eat splogs and gurgle blogs
Then I cut up all the logs.
Whenever.
I’ve been married fourteen times,
They divorce me for my rhymes,
Whatever.
I eat cookies if I can,
If I can’t I get them banned,
Forever!
I’m the God of Monster Space,
I’ll destroy this human race,
Moreover.
If you meet me you won’t know
‘Cos I look like old so and so,
Whoever.
But I am mad and I’ll get you
I eat up this human zoo;
Together.
Whenever.
Can’t forgive,erhhhh.

No comments please,we’re British.

Eat words

Set a life alight:smile at the cat
Get a free dinner:fast all day and faint with hunger and be hospitalised
Set a word in Wedgewood and eat it it yourself
Let all worked up folk breathe out then pause for a month
I get a fearful noise from her snoring but what can we do? Love is almost enough
I got back in the hearse..I am dead now I realise
He gets cleaned out every night by a woman who likes brandy and dirty men
Get crushed at work:become crumbs and let birds enjoy you
I am let down.I wish I were Romeo but I am not handsome according to my sisters
Did you wet yourself or just sit on a wet bench to cool your bottom?
Wet and lost:sit by my fire and perspire along with my cats
Get my sausage off the cat.. or from inside the cat or it will be mincemeat.
I get off the bus at the bus stop even if it doesn’t ,if you feel what I seem I set off the burglar alarm and got arrested developmentally
Get out of the hedge before I strim you level
Get out of my beer bottle and buzz in your own hive
Get away from my tears and let me seep wetly into a sheet
i get over the Hump by patience and slow breathing
Get the look again?Men.. what are they after?
Get to the bottom of him and photograph his rear end now
Get up off the cat… it’s gone flat. Please relieve me,I must go…I’m bursting for a wee wee. No I’ll never love a man again today at least. He stole my heart…how do they glue it?

No rhyming allowed…

Nonsense makes the heart grow mankier
Whenever the sun rhymes,I shall chime
My face is wholier another soul Do you love my new words ?I make them up now and zen
He keeps his face up his sleeve so his glasses don’t get raindrops on
How did Hercules like my wheezes?
I like acid best.I still wrote a sssssharp will o’ the wisp
A corn doesn’t fall far from the nose unless you cut it off.
Reactions speak louder than worlds.
You are so dear my own heart feels like yours.It’s heartmony..I hope you feel the same way
Ah, to be strung out and relished…bit by bit
I am pairing dirty laundry with dirty books…read my whips..
He is all tense like a trapped snake. And his eyes look like ice on LSD.Steer the bell clear and go up a gear. No fear hurts like a cold fear. No fear hurts like an old fear If you are near,I know no fear

The wrong sin !

He’s writing the definititive book on sin.
Do people want to hear anymore about sin?
Any more? I’ve heard very little recently.The Word has vanished!
You read the wrong newspaper.
Can a newspaper be wrong in itself,intrinsically wrong?
Can a newspsper be a Sin?
Well,there’s one called the Sun!
Why don’t they just call it The Big Sin and have done with it?
You should write to Rupert.
Who’s Rupert?
You know him,Murdoch!
Now Iris Murdoch,she was a right one.
Well,she certainly wrote a few!
A few too many,in my view.
Too many for whom?
My,you talk posh don’t you?
Should it be,you talk poshly?
Me!I’m as common as ,as ,as as,aas,……….muck!
Do stop,you’ll fall down a crack in the pavement soon and then where will you be?
I’ll be in Australia with Rupert!
Suppose you came out in New Zealand?

Well,it would be a change.I’m tired of England.
You never mentioned it before.
I didn’t want to upset you.
Well,I’m not so keen myself.
You sound like a knife!
Do you mean,a wife?
No, a knife…with a blade.
Yes, it does look well made.
Shall we buy one?
But do we really need it?
Do we really need anything?
Get a move on,you’re not at college now you know.
Who’re you?
My name is Wisdom.
I’m so sorry.
Why are you sorry?

It’s hard to be called Wisdom when you are a complete idiot.
Well,better a complete idiot than a sharp tongued wasp!
Do you mind!
Not at all.Better an idiot than a mutton dressed as lamb.
Are you a vegetarian?
I do eat the odd vegetables.
And who eats the even ones?
They all go to the supermarket.
So that’s how it works.You are so clever.
Well,I’m an economist.
I believe in economy for all.
I prefer comics myself.
No,they are called graphic novels now.
A bit like those Rupert books we had as children.
I wish Rupert Murdoch was called something else.
I’m sure he will be in tomorrow’s papers.
I mean,it defiles the memory of Rupert the teddy bear.
I learned to read from those.
A pity.
Why?
If you couldn’t read,think of all the other things you could do.
Like writing?
If you coudn’t read ,it would seem to follow that you couldn’t write.
Yet there are people who can read but not write?
Yes,it’s all to do with Venn diagrams and symmetry.
Venn is a weird name.
Yes,pity he wasn’t called Diagram.
I thought he was called,Venn Diagram.
All I know is that diaphragms were a form of birth control.
I was puzzled by that because we all have diaphragms, yet some of us have no control of any kind.
If your diaphragm doesn’t move you can’t breathe so you can’t procreate.
No,you’d be dead!
A very strange form of birth control.
Maybe you just faint and you husband can have his way with you.
But would you want sex with someone unconscious?
It’s another case of a-symmetry.. a man can have relations with a faint woman but if the man faints that’s the end of it.
How about carrots?
What for?
Can they faint?
No,but they make a nice flan.
Fancy that!
I do fancy it actually.
What is it?
It’s a big carrot!
How superb.It seems a shame to eat it.
Well, would like to worship it?
Not today.
Well,it won’t last forever.
In that case I’ll stick with God:
I’ll stick with Thee
Fast falls the chill of night
Semd me an angel,I need something bright.
I have no fear,with Thee I’ll be alright.
Why not give in and have electric lights.
You are very odd.
Well,it makes a change…
Not with you,you’ve always been odd.
So,in a way I’m not odd.
You are right!
Odd. is’t it?
And yet even simultaneously.
It seems almost like quantum theory.
Those were the days.
From Schoenberg to Schrodinger: cats for all.
Enberg to Dinger.
You could call the cat Dinger.
What a good idea.

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