Thanks Lina for posting up Barry's board. I was rather wondering if anybody else had found themselves intrigued by the mysterious and ever-present axis of evil that stretches, inverted, across our whiteboard? I have feared it to be a classified directive in the misty background of all our teachings; a silent insister bent on our kowtowing to its twisted sensibility. However, having taken this opportunity for a closer inspection of the offending diagram, I am relieved to reveal it as the innocent result of an eighteenth-century talent contest, with persuasive Welsh cruiser Tom Jones trumpeting his way into the top spot, inches ahead of girl-next-door Pamela, and leaving poor old Robinson Crusoe ‘coming up the rear’ as a distant third.
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But it also goes as far as John Coetzee...
Random tangent: last night I dreamt that I found Coetzee's number in my phone and sent him loads of texts; perhaps staring at his name for so many weeks has convinced me that I know him personally?
I wish I knew him personally.
What did your texts say? Did they ask things like, "Hey John, why are your novels so depressing?"
I have long drawn comfort from the presence of that timeline. I think I must have noticed it during the Catastrophe catastrophe I mean class. Or possibly the St Paul session on messianic time. Just goes to show we all need dates... Viva la historia!
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