T said let's celebrate New Year's Eve in the good old York; in the chained group emails he and a couple of lads on the mailing list have been trying to come up with a theme for the end-of-year party. Not that anyone's thinking their heads off on this, however, strangely I've just found that really amusing, although 50% of the messages contain jokes that I've no clue about... the most recent one suggests that we all dress up as 'three lemonade'... what?! Fun guaranteed, I reckon...
Speaking of fun, I've been engrossed in my thesis and enjoyed being very focused simply on one thing, looking for threads in the line of a broader argument, finding myself able to remain a critical mind in this, although pressed by the deadlines. (Not that it's simple... in fact, it's fucking difficult to stop panicking) Anyway...
Kattrin in Mother Courage was counting down the days when PEACE may come. That's when she can be happy. Ah. Actually, last night in the theatre, Matthew Arnold's lines kept coming to my mind:
'Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.'