Friday, November 16, 2007

everything and nothing

I persisted in a friendship with June and Bernard. In conversations with them over several years, I discovered that the emotional void, the feeling of belonging nowhere and to no one that that had afflicted me between the ages of eight and thirty-seven, had an important intellectual consequence: I had no attachments, I believed in nothing. It was not that I was a doubter, or that I had armed myself with the useful skepticism of a rational curiosity, or that I saw all arguments from all sides; there was simply no cause, no enduring principle, no fundamental idea with which I could identify, no transcendent entity whose existence I could truthfully, passionately, or quietly assert.

Ian McEwan, Black Dogs, preface.

what a doodiehead.
of course there are fundamental ideas, & transcendent entities to assert.
theres sludge rock, for 1. on march the saints.

10 comments:

fatmammycat said...

ixnay, she doesnae wurk c'pin.

finn said...

that's because the USA fucking ROCKS! we make stuff only WE can watch! YEAHBRAH! grab me another coors lite there, that's great thanks.

fatmammycat said...

pffft, and clearly stuff only you can drink.

finn said...

red bull?? -WE invented it.
thank you, thank you.

fatmammycat said...

As Britney would say, 'snort it eat it lick it fuck it.'
Oh Brit Brit, we have Sinead O Connor, and they have you.

finn said...

britney who??

there is you there is only me.

fatmammycat said...

He is velly fit looking in those clips is he not.
Huzzah! I am going for a run. I just informed Puddy, she is not even slightly impressed.

finn said...

is he now. i hadn't noticed.

would this impress teh PtotheC?

fatmammycat said...

ahaah, I've sent you a picture, you can judge for yourself.

finn said...

just like i imagined.
leopard ears N all.