‘We are needy creatures, and our greatest need is for home—the place where we are, where we find protection and love. We achieve this home through representations of our own belonging, not alone but in conjunction with others. All our attempts to make our surroundings look right—through decorating, arranging, creating—are attempts to extend a welcome to ourselves and to those whom we love.”
‘What’s we decided to do with this game was to go for the non- psychopathic part of the market. And that was a little hubristic because it really isn’t a non- psychopathic part of the market’
– Douglas Adams, recalling when he got involved with making a computer game
Cave furorem patientis.
John Dryden translated this into the more familiar ‘Beware the fury of a patient man‘.
Yes, and the patient woman too – and I can testify, from personal experience, to the accuracy of this wisdom. But ol’ Publilius, who was writing back in the first century BC, probably wasn’t that worried about the distaff side.
I’d never heard of the bloke, but he seems to have come up with some beaut words of wisdom, pearls of insight we still, in our unknowing, unthinking, 21st-century way, still use frequently.
There’s a whole bunch of things he is said to have said, here.
“It’s a wee bit on the horrendous side, is this town-going.” – John Clarke/Fred Dagg
The late, and very much missed, John Clarke. For his birthday.
Contains Harris Street, just outside where the library is now, and bits of Victoria Street in that vicinity. Filmed in roughly 1976: it looked much the same when I moved to Wellers in 1982.
‘Of all the many turning points and crucial stages – from primitive ape-like creature through to the sophisticated and marginally less primitive ape-like creature that you see about you at zoos and football matches – the most curious development of all is that of the human brain.
‘The human brain has got man into a lot more trouble than has previously been supposed and unless we come up with some way of putting the brain out of commission or obviating some of the more ludicrous effects of the brain, then I don’t think life’s going to get any better.’
I put my hand through a rotting cucumber in the bottom of the fridge this morning and was struck, not for the first time, by the fact we live in an imperfect and imperfectible universe.