It's cold outside -- though the paint isn't peeling off of the walls of stately ideofact manor -- which is strange for early August in the Washington metro area. I wish I could say what precisely was wrong with me -- a kind of nervous exhaustion, I think, although yesterday I did about a week's worth of work in one day, which stretched long into the night. Then collapsed in front of the television around midnight, at which point I realized that I was simply unable to follow the complicated dialog of one of ESPN's sports highlight shows, then closed my eyes, and awoke at five a.m. feeling quite refreshed, the TV still on, myself nearly whole again (a few more hours of sleep in bed was all that was required for the convalescence to be completed). But I do need more rest than I've been getting, and entries may be even more erratic than usual on ideofact in the coming weeks -- or not, as the spirit moves me.
The soon-to-be six year old's bunkbed arrived today, which was the cause for much rejoicing for him and much agony for my wife, who simply cannot understand the appeal of sleeping at the altitude of nearly six feet. Perhaps it's a male thing -- I had a bunkbed when I was a kid, and hence his doesn't seem at all scary to me (I never fell out of the top bunk, after all...). I bring this up because while I was waiting for the delivery (anytime between 4 and 8 p.m.), I started rereading a novel I first read in high school, and haven't picked up since: Anthony Burgess' spy novel Tremor of Intent.
I read the first hundred pages, and would have gone on were it not for the arrival of the much anticipated bunkbeds. I was surprised to find expressed in it an attitude I've more or less internalized over the years -- perhaps it came from Burgess' spy Denis Hillier rather than myself:
To me she said: 'Are you a member of the party?'
'Oh, I'm progressive. I believe in soaking the rich. But I also believe in Original Sin.'
'Poor old Hillier,' smirked Roper. 'Still not emancipated.'
'My belief,' I said, 'has nothing to do with Father Byrne. People tend to choose the worse way rather than the better. That's something experience has taught me. I use the theological term for want of a better one.'
As, fairly often in my thoughts, do I...Posted by Ideofact at August 7, 2004 11:59 PM