This weekend I got to seriously considering whether perhaps I hadn’t better just pack it in and make a fresh start in some less doomed, more remunerative industry—which at present is pretty much anything short of buggy-whip manufacture. Maybe it’s failure of imagination, but to my own astonishment, I realized I was hard pressed to come up with anything else I thought I could stomach doing, at least without another five or so years of schooling. Logically, I should probably find this depressing; instead, I find it oddly reassuring. Anyone who’s found himself misting up to Carl Dennis’ “The God Who Loves You” will have a sense of what I mean.
June 15th, 2009 · 10 Comments