I’ve managed to develop a stigma. I don’t yet run to stigmata. It came about in an unexpected way.
I’d bought some nice white wine. Since I don’t drink now, that was rather like Helen Keller buying a parrot. No doubt my simile will offend somehow. Everything seems to. If you make a light remark about a statue falling over, someone will complain that their aunt was crushed by a statuette representing Commerce toppling on to her during repair works to the Albert Memorial in Manchester.
Anyway, Helen Keller could not see the colours of a parrot, though she could feel its feathers. She could not hear its squawk, though she could detect vibration in its throat. She would know its bad-tempered nip in greedily snatching a segment of orange from her fingers. It’s the same with wine and me. I can sniff it but have no inkling of its balance or complexity, and I’m aware of the price.
17 February 2022, The Tablet
Delay seems endless, just as when the phone rings as you are making pastry
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