At 11:23 PM +0100 on 6/5/99, Scottie wrote: > Yes, Tim, you're quite right. This is really no place > for a chap like me. I wouldn't try to pursuade you to do anything but what you must do, but I hope you will reconsider leaving. Your insights have been very valuable to the conversation when the conversation was going productively. But of course, you have to do what you must. > of us at any rate - they're all too seductive a way > of simply postponing proper work. Yes ... in my case it simply meant that I couldn't contribute much of anything. I still can't; I'm robbing time from other tasks even to write this much on the list. (I make sure things run smoothly, but I can't really participate in the conversation; Scottie, you would probably understand it if I spent an hour on your couch.... > It goes on until one morning > you catch sight of your face in the mirror at the back > of the bar It's funny that this evokes a strong image used several times by one of my favorite contemporary writers, Madison Smartt Bell. He often writes about people who are on the edge of society, and a lot of that "edge" takes place in barrooms. > - or until Officer O'Connor waves you over > to the kerb & asks you to step out of the vehicle. I smile at that, but the request wasn't directed to you. It was a plea to stop the venom and personal attacks on you, which I tried to ask kindly, hoping that civility and sense will prevail. > Time, I think, to pack the bags for that trip to the detox > centre. There are too many fragile sensitivities around > here at evident risk from the careless staggerings of > an old drunk. Choose as you must, but please know that at least from the perspective of many of us, we value your remarks -- even when we vehemently disagree with you. Certainly, you and I have jousted at least once, but it makes for a more worthwhile experience when the opponent is nimble and articulate and, yes, blessed with far more experience and a radically different perspective than I can offer. If you sign off, "may the wind be ever at your back," and all the rest of that text I was once forced to learn. But I hope you choose to stay. Genuinely. --tim