Friday, 24 September 2010
Naughty nineties
If you catch me reflecting too often on the travails of too-long life, this story may act as an antidote.
It reminds me of a crisis faced by Winston Churchill. I can only paraphrase. An aide greeted him with the news, one morning, that a member of the cabinet had been found consorting in St James’s Park with a member of the Household Cavalry. “And how old is So-and-So?” asked Churchill. “Seventy-eight, prime minister.” “And what was the the temperature outside last night?” “Seven degrees below freezing, prime minister.” “My God, it makes you proud to be British!”
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Death Matters said...
The intrinsic connection between love and death – an almost charming example!
* on a more ominous note, if sex and death maintain a natural balance on the physical and metaphysical planes, what does our incredible contemporary obsession with sex indicate about our existential condition – or foretell? The shadow of death spreads