Mercè Rodoreda (10 October 1908 – 13 April 1983)
Langton's pub in Kilkenny seems to be the link between almost everything, indeed I begin to wonder if it might be the place to begin my quest to learn more about Omnium, the essential inherent int...(blah blah...), and everything else that is mysterious about this world and this life, for there would certainly be worse places to begin, obviously.
It seems so, indeed; at least when it comes to beer. I do have four different Guinness glasses and this one from Kilkenny. None of them stolen. I asked if I could buy one, and they were given to me.This very glass will become 30 next year.Estrella and Mercé Rodoreda are both from Barcelona. The beer is acceptable, Mercé Rodoreda a remarkable writer.
I need to tour Ireland before I return to being nothing, having only ever been to Dublin, for business (and Guinness by the Liffey), so maybe before your glass is 40 I can arrange to meet you in Langtons and we can spend an evening drinking and reflecting on how Covidity is long gone (or maybe not, obviously, sadly). Still, we can dream.
Idealiter would be Claude's jubilee. I shall ask Tetrapilotomos to interrupt the proof-reading of his 1669 pages short opus magnum "Pre-Assyrian Philately in a Nutshell" for 15 minutes in order to invent a stable wormhole from Yonge Street to Langtons (Kilkenny). Sometimes dreams come true.
yes you should meet - and share the photos. I don' t know what either of you even look like. No more faceless peole.
If you wish to see what I look like try http://andrewrscott.blogspot.com/ and scroll to the bottom of the page. Or https://andrewrscottphotodiary.blogspot.com/2020/07/myself-and-margaret.html
Don't know why the comment came through with such large spaces?
Although for a better idea of what we look like just take a look at a human brain, which will reveal that we all look much the same; although really we are actually minds that mysteriously arise from brains, apparently, and ephemerally, and I doubt if a mind actually looks like anything; but you may consider my mind is now just being silly (again).
Mark: We really should.As I can't find your email address: Would be lovely, if you sent me a message so that I can contact you.
Ach, maybe Edinburgh, some day, when Mark is on his way back to Durness, and when some sense of normality has returned to this current craziness.
ghost in the machine perhaps?
yeah, checked you out. You look like a nice fella - i take it Margaret is your Wife?
Margaret is indeed my wife.
And as for Sean, I always assumed that enigmatic glimpse beyond the candles in the profile picture is the mysterious man himself, but perhaps not; but I expect his brain wrinkles look much the same as ours do.
I have not yet seen it, dear Andrew, but I suppose it does wrinkle more and more.As for the profile picture: It shows the man himself, indeed. He gave up smoking, though, ten years ago.
Indeed, none of us has ever seen ourselves, whether brains, minds or whatever; and I didn't realise you were smoking in the image, but giving that up seems wise, just so long as you never give up on the beer dear friend, for that would be most unwise (always provided in what could be approximately be called sensible moderation, obviously).