Truly life is full of ups and downs. A few minutes ago I formed an intense desire for some plums (which are the only fruit I actually enjoy eating, rather than taking medicinally to fend off scurvy). I assumed we wouldnt have any, but when I wandered into the kitchen, there were some perfect purple plums, looking as though theyd been picked for a Chinese Emperor. But then when I bit into one, I found that it had no discernible flavour at all - not the least hint of plum. No, that isnt actually true. It tasted like cotton wool that had been burped into by someone whod recently eaten a plum. This seemed to sum up so much of the authors life. Desire born at the same moment as the knowledge of the impossibility of its attainment; then the false hope; and then the disappointing reality. And then you die. Or, perhaps, the hangover diminishes, and you finish the rest of the plums, and you think they werent so bad after all.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 11:37:55 +0000
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