It Wasn't Living, It Was the Other Thing Friday, June 04, 2004

Great bits from the morning reading (more Kingsley):

Work was like cats were supposed to be: if you disliked and feared it and tried to keep out of its way, it knew at once and sought you out and jumped on your lap and climbed all over you to show how much it loved you.

And then:

'But it isn't the job I mind, nothing much wrong with that. It's having it, and having to have it. It's coming here so often and staying here so long that I don't like. Having to come here and having to stay here. So often and for so long each time. After you've started wishing you could stop. And coming back here again so soon after you have stopped. When you don't want to.'

Did I mention that Monday begins my last week working in New York? Must've slipped my mind...

@ 12:32:00 PM,

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