11 April 2011

There comes the interval where the gang stands around arguing about weather patterns, which I'm convinced has little to do with the weather patterns. For Leonardo, laboring to keep the light in his inn, Socrates' disparaging of the sun is an allegory of sight and connotation, but for Socrates I think he suspects he can pull it off but he's not quite sure. Aragon wrote "The storm takes pity on the sea and tells me: let her be, the poor old thing. We were made for finer whores" because Lautreamont found the sea first, and, by extension, the wind (I typed window) driving the sea. So the storm, form escaping banality, even if "columns of mist start fly down" leads to "Business Opportunities too !!" Such is fortune that the weather doesn't even look at the pictures.

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