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Dilettante's Diary: the internal dialogue of a hedonist bluestocking.

I am a dilettante. I know quite a bit about a lot of things, but I don't know enough to be an expert on anything. I have a very sensual, hedonistic nature, but I am also a thinker, and I aim one day to be worthy of the label 'bluestocking', despite its pejorative connotations.

This is my journal, which, delightfully enough, doesn't have to go wherever I go, but is accessible from nearly everywhere I am.

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Time present and time past

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened

--Excerpted from TS Eliot's "Burnt Norton" c1935

Sudden memory flash:
When I was seven we were inner-tubing in the lagoon on the Frying Pan river. In trying to get myself and the tube out of the river so I could walk back up to the starting place, I ended up squirming past the rocks forming a barrier there, and was swept on down the river, all the way to Basalt. The sheriff fished me out of the water by the swinging bridge. He had to give me his coat when we got to his car--I was completely naked :)

2 Comments:

Blogger Paul Mitchell said...

w00t. I actually have some stories like that from a couple of weeks ago. However, I could see how that would be terrifying to a child.

7:49 PM, June 12, 2005  
Blogger Wayne World said...

Speaking of time....where did the time go? I've got stuff to do!!!

12:53 PM, June 16, 2005  

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