Tuesday Hatred: Fine Feeling & Delicate Sensibility
Not long ago I finished Independent People, which is utterly fantastic and recommended highly to all. What, though, do you suppose the first word of the last chapter was? It was this: “Heaven’s”. But it should have been this, for it was an expostulation: “Heavens”. How the fuck was this allowed to happen? Practically the worst possible place for a mistake like that to be made, and it is, as far as I can recall, the only error (of that sort) the whole book through.
Here’s something I don’t hate: earlier this week the line “we could be so happy, you and me—if we wanted to” was running through my head, but I couldn’t remember what it was from. (In fact I didn’t even really try very hard to remember.) But now a felicitous random choice by audacious has brought the song and its artist once more to my attention. I do, however, hate that I started playing it and then started writing this with the result that I basically didn’t attend to the song at all.
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