I’ve read “Ulysses,” “War and Peace,” some of Henry James and most of Faulkner — but not recently. I’m aware I’ve just bragged, and I’m ashamed of it in a manner of speaking. These four writers aren’t known for netting it out, which is part of my point.
I don’t know if it’s a sign of the times, or a sign of mental deterioration on my part, or a sign of attention span simply having bled off into interstitial space as a consequence of our planet’s progressive degradation — most likely it’s a symphony of all of those — but, if I have to PageDown more than once in your blog’s verbiage I move on and never finish reading, saving exceptions.
It’s me, not you. Humble apologies for what I’m missing. I realize to talk this way may seem a rejection of complex thoughts that merit elaboration. Not so. It’s only resistance to simple thoughts that don’t, as well as a plea to make it impossible not to follow your thread otherwise. Pass me by as I do you if I let you down. It’s only rant.
(c) 2019 JMN
Well, I made it to the end, but only just. I had to scroll of all things. And where’s a pretty picture??
I’m afraid I was under the influence of petulance when I wrote this post! Or was it fatigue? I couldn’t find an image to match the mood. Thank goodness you scrolled!