Sometimes I wonder why I write this blog. Ostensibly the answer to that, as I rather over-confidently state in the "About Me" blurb on the right of this page, is that one "writes to be read". But the statistics show that one isn't, except by a loyal few. Mutatis mutandis I feel like Father McKenzie "writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear" in "Eleanor Rigby". But one perseveres in the faint hope that some day someone will hear. Or is it because one likes the sound of one's own computer keyboard?
17 March 2012