Author: GriddleOctopus

  • The reason my writings for the last few days have hardly been prolific is a vague sense of misery that’s been hanging over me. Whether it’s from the ending of work on this month’s magazine or the slow solitude I’m developing as I settle too far into my role here and stop doing the things […]

  • My ideal of the perfect person then. And my ideal of what I can achieve. I’m sure Aristotle says something about this in the Nichomachean Ethics, something about there being two best lives that should be lived, that which is the ture best life, only livable by gods, and the bst life for a man. […]

  • Strange, got up this morning, after a 90-minute lie-in, readily got dressed cos was already late for work, and found myself thinking about shoes. Smelt my shoes I’d been wearing all weekend and, let’s say they didn’t smell of victory. Or napalm. More of damp crematoria. So, methinks, I’ll just wear me classy waking boots […]

  • On Ambition

    “If travel is searching and hope is what’s been found, I’m not stopping. I’m going hunting.” Those are the stied lyrics from a bjork song, but they express my mood at the moment quite well. For an Oxbridge Cnut, I’m strangely unconcerned about wealth, and as for success “Art not without ambition, but without The […]

  • Introduction by analogy.

    I remember that Rouseeau used to drone on about the great library in Alexandria, y’know the world’s ultimate repository of knowledge, lost for millenia: just another one of those great creations of mankind that are meant to be floating around somewhere. Anyway his version of the story was that when the turks or the ottomans […]