From Fear and Trembling by Soren Kierkegaard, born this day in 1813: 'Our age does not stop with faith, with its miracle of turning water into wine; it turns wine into water.'
And after waiting you can chuck some sugar in the vinegar, wait some more, and turn it into wine again (though not, alas, a premier cru I'd guess). Hmmn, I wonder if Kierkegaard had quite got his head round this one.
I deeply admire those sewage treatment works senior operatives who, in a rush of pride in their process, dip a beaker in and swallow the contents. Still eating Saturdays cakes Nige ?
No cakes left Malty no, but a lot of flowers around the place still looking pretty fresh... I once sat through a talk by the manager of the local sewage farm, whose only 'joke' was this: 'Sewage is my bread and butter.' How we roared...
Nige, who, like Mr Kenneth Horne, prefers to remain anonymous, was also a founder blogger of The Dabbler and a co-blogger on the Bryan Appleyard Thought Experiments blog. He is the sole blogger on this one, and his principal aim is to share various of life's pleasures. These tend to relate to books, art, poems, butterflies, birds, churches, music, walking, weather, drink, etc, with occasional references to the passing scene. His book, The Mother of Beauty: On the Golden Age of English Church Monuments, and Other Matters of Life and Death, is available on Amazon or direct from the author.
To turn wine onto water all you have to do is drink it and wait.
ReplyDeleteFor that matter, all you have to do is wait and wine will turn into vinegar.
ReplyDeleteAnd after waiting you can chuck some sugar in the vinegar, wait some more, and turn it into wine again (though not, alas, a premier cru I'd guess). Hmmn, I wonder if Kierkegaard had quite got his head round this one.
ReplyDeleteI deeply admire those sewage treatment works senior operatives who, in a rush of pride in their process, dip a beaker in and swallow the contents.
ReplyDeleteStill eating Saturdays cakes Nige ?
No cakes left Malty no, but a lot of flowers around the place still looking pretty fresh... I once sat through a talk by the manager of the local sewage farm, whose only 'joke' was this: 'Sewage is my bread and butter.' How we roared...
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