Wednesday, 16 September 2009
We had a fire practice this morning, and here is the staff of CBe, one of them a bit camera-shy, at the boat, which is the assembly point. Actually there’s another one, but Harry was out getting the mouse sandwiches for lunch.
From the final paragraph of Tristes Tropiques by Claude Lévi-Strauss:
‘. . . the possibility, vital for life, of unhitching, which consists – Oh! fond farewell to savages and explorations! – in grasping, during the brief intervals in which our species can bring itself to interrupt its hive-like activity, the essence of what it was and what it continues to be, below the threshold of thought and over and above society: in the contemplation of a mineral more beautiful than all our creations; in the scent that be smelt at the heart of a lily and is more imbued with learning than all our books; or in the brief glance, heavy with patience, serenity and mutual forgiveness, that, through some involuntary understanding, one can sometimes exchange with a cat.’