Marginalia, no.109

Her mind was an hotel where facts came and went like transient lodgers, without leaving their address behind, and frequently without paying their board.

~ Edith Wharton, Xingu

My wife is not amused at my talent for combining general obliviousness with the retention of apparently random facts and observations.  These latter make up the mind’s furniture and décor without peopling its halls and rooms.  If I don’t suffer, then, from quite the same complaint as Wharton’s Mrs Ballinger, I still agree that facts are cheapskates.  What you’re able to profitably extract from them never compensates for the overcrowded walls, the hazards underfoot and the poor company.

Advertisements

1 Comment

Filed under Marginalia

One response to “Marginalia, no.109

  1. Oddly, my wife actually *is* amused when I combine general obliviousness with the retention of apparently random facts and observations. Either that or….or…or maybe she’s offering up a fine *simulation* of amusement, out of charity for my hapless Self.

    Anyhow, as Andrew Marvell says in “The Garden”:

    Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
    Withdraws into its happiness;
    The mind, that ocean where each kind
    Does straight its own resemblance find,
    Yet it creates, transcending these,
    Far other worlds, and other seas;
    Annihilating all that’s made
    To a green thought in a green shade.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s