I Can't Even Say I Made My

He Chose A Certain Path In Life, It Proved To Be A Misguided One, But There, He Chose It, He Can Say That At Least. As For Myself, I Cannot Even Claim That. You See, I Trusted. I Trusted In His Lorship's Wisdom. All Those Years I Served Him, I Trusted I Was Doing Something Worthwhile. I Can't Even Say I Made My Own Mistakes. Really - One Has To Ask Oneself - What Dignity Is There In That?

What Interests Me Is The Surprising Enormous Extent To Which Most People Accept The Fate That's Been Given To Them, And Find Some Dignity.

I Actually Dislike, More Than Many People, Working Through Literary Allusion. I Just Feel That There's Something A Bit Snobbish Or Elitist About That. I Don't Like It As A Reader, When I'm Reading Something. It's Not Just The Elitism Of It; It Jolts Me Out Of The Mode In Which I'm Reading. I've Immersed Myself In The World And Then When The Light Goes On I'm Supposed To Be Making Some Kind Of Literary Comparison To Another Text. I Find I'm Pulled Out Of My Kind Of Fictional World, I'm Asked To Use My Brain In A Different Kind Of Way. I Don't Like That.

I Do Not Think I Responded Immediately, For It Took Me A Moment Or Two To Fully Digest These Words Of Miss Kenton. Moreover, As You Might Appreciate, Their Implications Were Such As To Provoke A Certain Degree Of Sorrow Within Me. Indeed- Why Should I Not Admit It? - At That Moment, My Heart Was Breaking.

And So We Stood Together Like That, At The Top Of That Field For What Seemed Like Ages, Not Saying Anything, Just Holding Each Other, While The Wind Kept Blowing And Blowing At Us, Tugging Our Clothes, And For A Moment, It Seemed Like We Were Holding Onto Each Other Because That Was The Only Way To Stop Us From Being Swept Away Into The Night.