Scathing Online Schoolmarm howled with laughter through this wonderful essay. But she’s a mere sixty-six. Your mileage may differ.
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But this, by Roger Angell, is even better. I’ve mulled over this paragraph for years.
“My list of names [of dead friends] is banal but astounding, and it’s barely a fraction, the ones that slip into view in the first minute or two. Anyone over sixty knows this; my list is only longer. I don’t go there often, but, once I start, the battalion of the dead is on duty, alertly waiting. Why do they sustain me so, cheer me up, remind me of life? I don’t understand this. Why am I not endlessly grieving?”
October 31st, 2019 at 8:53PM
Don’t know if you like Pinter but here’s his take on it
https://youtu.be/OHELHQt6nPE?t=32
If not that perhaps Richardson’s version
https://youtu.be/77ixWBUqSNU?t=4326
Baseball, cricket… six of one…
November 1st, 2019 at 8:01AM
Ravi: Love it! Love the idea that our ghosts are desperate for our touch. Thanks for sending.