||[Mar. 4th, 2015|12:34 pm]
A, This planet is a hell dimension, right? Come on, be honest.|
B. There are worse.
A . Yes, yes, I know. I should count my blessings...
B Spring sunshine. Look the sun is out at the moment. Birds, H.G. Wells...
A Jihadi John, David Cameron, Musketeer midwives...
B There's good and bad.
A: Both illusions?
B: You took the words right out of my mouth.
A: But why? Why can't I just flit around in the summerlands- with wings- meditating on truth and beauty, radiating ineffable love?
B You'd be bored.
A You're going to say it's character building, aren't you? Like the Scouts. Like Sir Arthur fucking Baden Powell.
B: Not Arthur, You're confusing him with Conan Doyle. The man you're think of was called Robert.
A. Same difference. I hate all that. Uniforms, organised games. I used to hide out in the art room.
B: Well you've been found. You'll always be found in the end. Actually you want to be found.
A. Mafeking's out there waiting for me to relieve it?
B: That sort of thing. Only its not urgent. Take as many lives as you like.
A: Because it's not actually fucking real, is it? Mafeking, I mean- just a game that's being played out, a simulation...
B: (Says nothing)
A: But if it's only a game....?
B. (Maintains a dignified silence)
A: I mean, why?
B: You know really. (Pause.) Else why would you be here?
Until I read the earlier post, I thought 'Musketeer midwives' was you eliding two TV programmes you didn't think much of.
It's a great pitch isn't it_
They fight for the king, they defend the weak, they deliver babies...
I'd watch! And probably cover my eyes during the baby-delivering.
But keep them wide open for the swordfights. :)
Edited at 2015-03-04 04:14 pm (UTC)
Have you real "Illusions" by Richard Bach? I re-read it every so often to remind myself of this.
I haven't come across that one. I'll look out for it. I find books tend to come to hand when needed.
It's an easy read... very American. It reads very much like your blog post.
Is Bach the guy who wrote Jonathan Livingstone Seagull?