Fade Away

Having watched a bit of a marathon of the Dance to the Music of Time (the adaptation of the twelve Anthony Powell books that I have been wanting, but never having gotten around to reading, and so instead took the easy route for now), and it's having giving me no end of strange thoughts, dreams and nightmares last evening (after having completed the last six hours of it), I thought very much of the ebb and flow of life and the inevitability of death.  Yes, perhaps that is far off (or behind the corner), and is a rather morbid thing to start off the year, but the admittance of it is perhaps a charm against it's happening so soon?

Either way, there was one thing that struck me very much during the series-  when the dislikable character Peter Templer finaly says something that seems spot on (not long before he is done in) and which voices something I suspected a while now, that "women may show some discrimination about whom they sleep with, but they will marry anybody,"

This is particularly true of the many (not just some) of the glorious (now mostly faded) beauties who had danced across the early stages of my life, and who have chosen to marry Grade A Duds (perhaps that is overly generous).  I suspect that somewhere along the way, "tall, dark and handsome" no longer become any kind of requirement whatsoever.

I guess in my saying that, I am really bidding my long overdue adieu to them, or at least, most of them- as only one or two (maybe three) will ever haunt my dreams anyway.  Really, does it matter in the least?

nature is beautiful, whereas human nature is...