Scary Book (2)

Back in Ottawa. While in London I often came out of the Undergound at the Tottenham Court Road station, but always got confused as to which way was Oxford street (east and west) or Tottenham Court Road (north), or Charing Cross Road (south). Finally, I noticed that Charing Cross Road is a bit unique of the streets in Central London in having trees growin up over the road. Hence the photo above.

I finished The Athenian Murders. Another teaching book for a class of Plato's allegory of the caves for Joanne (can't remember the title of the other one, but it is scratching at the door of my memory).

Crantor went on: "We have sensations ... sometimes impossible to define. But how many words we bury them beneath! How we change them for images, ideas, emotions, facts! This world is a torrent of words and we flow along with it! Your precious legend of the cave ... Mere words. I will tell you something and I will tell it in words, but then I will resume my silence: everything we have thought, and will think, everything we already know and will know in the future, absolutely everything, makes up a beautiful book that we are all writing and reading together! But what of our body while we attempt to decipher and compose the text? It makes demands, grows tired, dries up ... eventually crumbles to dust." He paused. He smiled, his large face an Aristophanic mask. "But, oh, what an interesting book! How entertaining, and containing so many words! Isn't that that so?"

There was a deep silence when Crantor finished. (page 177)

The family law papers have been served on RS.

Went with PS to the Tate Modern. Lovely smell while we leaned in together to look at exhibits. Looked at Munch painting, Greiving Parent, and when PS thought out aloud that maybe the dark figure was a Priest, a fellow chimed in and pointed out the shadow of the soul leaving (he had seen another version in Scandanavia the week before). I wanted to say that the reddish hands - so blurred and vague - were the hands of memory trying to keep life from leaving.

Sh says she misses me, and loves me. She told me about the Pakistani doctor she will meet and likely marry in NY next year.