…came off well enough for an experiment in reacquainting myself with roasting. And it was a sweet thing to have people to share it with. I have to get a bit more intimate with my oven. A third of the way through Mansfield Park, which is a good follow up to Tim and Pete. What does it say about me that I feel greater sympathy with the characters and situations in the former than the latter?
I read a passage about someone retiring to their room, and how they spent their time there, and was rminded at how silent it all would be. Again, I’m constantly filling up my time with sound and noise. Waking to the radio, which inevitably scatters the imagery of my dreams no matter how I try to hold on to it. And then I play music all day long, commanding a greater variety of sonic experience than any previous persons in human history. I can access a torent of music. No wonder people in the 19th centurey wrote such copious correspondence – they didn’t have to divide their attentioon all the time.
Our time is one in which previous generations extravagances have becomes our nusiances. And their punishments (see the treadmills in Victorian prisons) have become our luxuries.