Thursday, May 24, 2012 6:01:09 PM
Flat. Mrs. Dalloway surveyed the surrounding areas and thought, FLAT. Then she remembered why she stepped out so late this morning. It was to drop her bike sans baskets with the bike man to repair the flat tyre that went popped a day or two ago. Pop it went while she was riding home from the trials and tribulations of being at the cutting edge of Science.
It couldn't have been the heat or sun because it's been cool and grey again. In fact, the thought that summer was over crossed her mind, took root and despite the cool weather, in fact, because of the cool weather flourished.
But Flat, not only was the land flat, and the tyre flat, but life was flat too. Much like a generic brand cola which had been left over for a month.
FLAT and noisy. It seemed that the world, the horrible, nasty intrusive world with the noisy stupid people had become flatter (if that were possible), stupider (hard to believe, but tragically true) and noisier. Mrs. Dalloway supposed, however, that the cutbacks in the bus transit system might be bad for the air quality as more people got back into their cars, but goodness it would quieten the streets.
Perhaps, Mrs. Dalloway thought, perhaps it's the flatness of the landscape that makes things so noisy. There are few obstructions to block the sound of the noisy stupid people and buses.
Focus that was another F word which Mrs. Dalloway has been thinking of. Focus is so lacking in so many things today. Particularly in Mrs. D's thoughts which have been running around like demented rabbits being hunted down for their brains so as to supply Ferrand's 2009 menu for El Bulli, 3 rabbit brains in their own ragout.
Poor rabbits, but quite delicious I'm sure. As Davey would have said, "Pig thinkers, so digestible!"
Frozen - another F word that Mrs. D came up with. She will have to freeze some things, some rectangular, plastic things which were throwing her calculations off. That and the inherent desire within Mrs. D to be good, to be kind, to be generous with time to the little rabbits what are being hunted down. At least, they feel like they're being hunted down. In truth, they're not being hunted at all. But what does it matter what truth is? If you feel like you're being hunted down, then you may as well be hunted down.
So yes, one last transaction to repair one element of flatness then frozen as an experiment. We shall see how this turns out. Time will tell.
Time is of the essence, but it's not yet time to go rescue the no longer flat. Actually things have gone from flat to slippery edge of the slope which is not good. What Mrs. D wants to do is to sit at the bottom of the hill, stare up and aspire with grandeur. At least for today. With time and practice, she would like to sit at the top of hill and stare down with disdain.
Grandeur and Disdain - goodness, they go so well together.
So there you have it. Is it better to be flat or to be sliding downwards? Mrs. Dalloway doesn't know, she suspects that you don't have much choice in the matter and that we all slide, that there is no other direction in which to move.
The thought that we are born to die crosses Mrs. D's mind and her eyes light up. What a lovely aphorism. She will have it placed on her headstone which will erected high so to look down with grandeur and disdain at those who cower at its base laying flowers (scented, but not with an overly vulgar scent - sweet peas and Matthiola will do very well) to placate the grande dame although really, it's not so much Mrs. D as it is DWE who's the grande dame with the call for furs.
Furs - another F word. Goodness, so many F words today. Furs, Flat, Freeze, Feet, Forsooth, Forsake, Forget,
So Feck the Flatness, let's Fake it one more time.
Oh Mr. Craig's next outing as Mr. Bond is so far away. Feck.