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A Necklace of Memorable Days

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"Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self. To be damned is for one's ordinary everyday mode of consciousness to be unremitting agonising preoccupation with self."

Iris Murdoch, The Nice and The Good

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.

V. Woolf

" She strung the afternoon on the necklace of memorable days, which was not too long for her to be able to recall this one or that one; this view, that city; to finger it, to feel it, to savour, sighing, the quality that made it unique."

Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being

"Why did I write any of my books, after all? For the sake of the pleasure, for the sake of the difficulty. I have no social purpose, no moral message; I've no general ideas to exploit, I just like composing riddles with elegant solutions."

Vladamir Nabokov

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T.M.R. Gates

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The Town of Mount Royal is separated from the district of Park
Extension by L'Acadie Boulevard, four lanes of traffic- and a fence
which runs the length of the border. T.M.R. ( affluent, Anglophone.
WASPish and suburban) claims the fence is to protect small children
from the traffic of a busy street. Park EX ( multicultural,
multilingual home of many immigrant communities) feels that the gates
are there to defend the Town of Mont Royal from outsiders. That's why
Swamprose remembers how exciting the T.M.R. girls found the boys from
Park EX.

Interesting. What do the local council / government say about it? I assume they allow it to stay because of 'safety'...

9th Feb 2007, 13:15

factotum says:

The fence has been there for a long time, and the neighbourhood of Park Ex has grown up alongside it. I'm guessing that when the suburban houses of T.M.R. were built, Park Ex was more industrial and generally less developed. The fact that the fence has always been there doesn't diminish its symbolic presence for communities on either side of the fence.

9th Feb 2007, 13:26

swamprose says:

the fence never was much of a barrier when it involved sex, drugs, and .....
: )

9th Feb 2007, 13:34

Caine says:

It's always interesting how fences are perceived, depending on which side a person is on. I agree with Swamprose though - they don't matter when it comes to the important stuff.

9th Feb 2007, 18:09

yatesybear says:

OOOH the boys from the wrong side of the tracks.. you can spend a life time getting caught up with bad boys....or so i hear.

12th Feb 2007, 10:59

factotum says:

or a boy from the wrong side of the US/Canada border :)

12th Feb 2007, 12:29