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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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Today my neighbor managed to kick his son's soccer ball into the
branches at the top of a tree, where it is now firmly stuck. In the
top photo, you see the family trying to knock it down by throwing
another ball at it. The grandfather is on the far side of the hedge
lobbing the ball to his son in the foreground, while Grandma and the
child (in red) look on. Eventually they gave up, but tomorrow is
supposed to be a windy day so perhaps it will get blown down.
5th May 2007, 02:07  

Caine says:

Heeeee. The risks of soccer. ;D Fantastic captures, Factotum.

5th May 2007, 02:13

Jigalong says:

Throw/kicking another ball to get one down from the trees is never a good idea. I always seem to get two balls stuck in the tree :)

5th May 2007, 02:36

swamprose says:

that's pretty neat. very hard to do. I would be very pleased.

5th May 2007, 03:09

balls/frisbees in trees, what a frustration! That ball is indeed way out on a limb and LOOKS like it would only need one good gust to get itself free - bet it hangs on in there for a good while yet!

5th May 2007, 11:03

factotum says:

Sometime during the day today, the ball has been dislodged, probably by the wind. I was a bit disappointed actually. I liked it up there.

6th May 2007, 01:35