to be a hero, you only had to be brave for a moment … but to be a coward was to embark on a career that lasted a lifetime. You couldn’t ever relax. You had to anticipate the next occasion when you would have to make excuses for yourself, dither, cringe, reacquaint yourself with the taste of rubber boots and the state of your own fallen, abject character.He could not live with himself.’ It was just a phrase, but an exact one. Under the pressure of Power, the self cracks and splits. The public coward lives with the private hero. Or vice versa. Or, more usually, the public coward lives with the private coward. But that was too simple: the idea of a man split into two by a dividing axe. Better: a man crushed into a hundred pieces of rubble, vainly trying to remember how they – and he – had once fitted together.
The Sense of an Ending
“Well. Now I may have to send that ‘not sure there’s a market for a book about (the Iron Curtain and) Soviet composers’ email back to a certain agent.”
Fiona Sampson’s ‘Drowned Man’ consists of six short four-line verses describing a couple’s dreamy movements in bed:
Look how they sleep first he turns
away and then she turns
after him or now she turns
her back and he follows
“Most people in my day went on stage to annoy their parents.” ~
Robert Newton / currently the Youngest Daughter, Gabbie, is in New York taking the world on a SITI company stage...
Bill Middleton, President, Corporate Capital Group, Inc. Greatest Game