People sometimes mention ratio ‘ears to mouth’. I don’t like that saying. At all at all Most people I know, not least myself, have plenty to say (quality irrelevant this minute). So I need all the ears I can get to soak it all up. Van Gogh: I don’t understand self mutilation. And that includes anorexia. Why shrink yourself voluntarily?
Amsterdam is good that way. Lots of bikes. Rembrandt’s “Nachtwache” (nightwatch) in the original. I was moved beyond the Earth standing in front of that painting. And, of course, the Van Gogh museum. FOS (father of son) was good that way. I don’t think he was very interested in that what I was [interested in], other than our shared love of fine food and wine. Miss him that way, actually. Anyway, regardless, he always made sure I’d get to see what I wanted to see. So, in the Van Gogh museum he played catch with the Angel – who must have been about two or three – in the two lower and at the time unoccupied floors whilst I indulged myself upstairs. It’s odd, and I can’t get my brain around it: To see an original as opposed to a copy is magical. Magical. Don’t know why it should be so considering that our eye receives the same image. As I said: Magic. And magic, like witchcraft and the power of forests, cannot be explained. It is what it is: Magic.