T: Time, the Art of
The Wishbone Alphabet – an experiment, of course, with attitude, life and the eponymous soup.
‘Time is the sole capital of people whose only fortune is their intelligence.’
Honore de Balzac
I’ve put down the 1811 Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue- literally, and in this house that means it might be a few days before I find it again. Meanwhile I’ve gone back to the rediscovery of a shelf of books I picked up, long, long ago, in a college, far, far away (by train.) One of these is called The Art of Time.
‘We think much more about the use of money, which is renewable, than we do about the use of time, which is irreplaceable,’ Jean-Louis Servan-Schrieber explains, on the front cover. I think, and my lifestyle will back me up here, that I have always been more time orientated.
Last week I pretended to eat a brick and then sick it back up again. Baby chortled so much she couldn’t sit up, like hilarity trebled gravity, it took her down flat to a horizontal whole bodied laugh. Then I think, but I would like to take you to the zoo, when you are the right age for shrieking at monkeys. One cannot pay the zoo admission, currently, without cash. So, a bit of attention to money can improve the experiences available, if you have time. Therefore, there is a balance to be found. I have the book poised, in hope.