Bligh was his usual chipper self, threatening the crew with slaps, the lash and humilitation, the uneducated brute that he is. It is half in jest, much like Tommy DeVito (Joe Pesci's character) in Martin Scorses's 1990 movie Goodfellas - which is one of his favourite scenes.
As presaged by the immortal gods, particularly the foresighted Apollo, this evening was full of animal noises, juvenile dictators and chimps in charge of their own tea party. In this country, the lunatics most certainly run the asylum, you can be absolutely sure about that. Education. Intellect. Talent. Good character. None of those things mean anything here, in this country (though Britain is certainly very good at pretending that it is some kind of "meritocracy", most especially through the propaganda of the BBC!).
I have not been myself lately. I have been mooning over this woman. I don't even know why. Sure, she's bright, adventurous, well educated, well mannered, from good family, and she is well endowed with womanly virtues: both of them. I have been staring at the wall for hours on end, lost, forlorn, like some stray puppy, baying for his master. She is my closest confidant, and also my best friend. Today, according to her testimony, one of her house-"mates" stole all three of her degree certificates. They will cost her £150 to replace. If true (and I cannot substantiate the allegation - one way or another), then this is a low, spiteful, petty thing to do. The chances are they may just be packed up with all her belongings. (She's being turfed out because she helped a friend, a compatriot from Carthage, when he was about to become homeless, by letting him stay at her place). On the other hand, her testimony may well be true. This woman is very organised. If even one single item is out of place in her home, she goes ballistic. (I hear, much like American women: they want everything in their proper place and become neurotic or hysterical if things are not just as they want them to be). In spite of her foibles, and our rocky "relationship", I still miss her so much it hurts. I can get nothing done.
In other news, the house here just got Netflix so I am watching all of House of Cards again. It's the only show I watch (apart from Britannia). I would get on with work or study or translation. But, for what? For nothing, is the answer. Just like 12 years of studying Latin and ancient Greek: for nothing. Would that I lived in a civilised country, and not one populated by beggars, paupers and slaves, where education, talent, being honest, a decent human being, actually meant something. But I don't. I subsist in Dark Age Britain.
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