At crack of sparrows, on the wireless....
The One ....whom made it all about " I am in control of my death... and demand to be.....!"
And another the one person on the planet least in control of her death...
Even if talk about cruelty letting her wait thirty years for it...
.....the one who was given her last injectable, twice so they report....won't die"!
That's Life...
Now..in respect of the former...one has listened for years to the worst rhetoric ever...
That all emanates, drip drip drip.. like a YAnkee injectable, from Mister Curtiss's Century of the Self..
Where he blames just about everyone else everything else.... other than the next word: control.
" i must be in ...control...."
Of my own interior design, not only in the new flat but of my fat head...
And even if I am quite sure even the supposedly educated Esther won't have bothered noticing, that, say Tony Judt...well he was locked in a corpse on his death bed for quite a few years... and yet desperately fought via every last wink of his eye - he used to operate a writing machine, the only bit of him left working.... to SPEAK...communicate... teach.... whats what! write up via just that wink his memoirs his learnings..
The real version... to pass on to the next generation his years of doing the work... and no matter what pain or horrors he lived he wanted every last imaginable second of his life no matter what. When years earlier many would have asked for him to be 'put out of his misery'.
Never mind Monsieur UNtouchable... who wanted to die so badly he employs a hoodlum to not pity him and ideally expedite it..But it doesn't quite work out to his so perfectly controlled, plan...
... to be cont, the real plan to get to just how 'narcissistic' and Century of ITself obsessed, the environmental movement of the last decade is..using one example. Hay-on-Wye.
In a bit...
