Once again last Friday, I finished a three-week
interpretation assignment. This time, a large part of my mind was taken up for
the guy who spoke the Japanese TV language, a kind I hate. But I also think if his
language, characterised by one-word expressions and fragmentary sentences,
might not be reflecting his worries that were likely to be caused by his being
in an alien land. He didn’t choose to come. His company did. His concerned face
will remain with me.
After dinner with the three who came, I went to my
usual bar with one of them whose flight was to take off well after midnight. After
a while there, I found the man about whom I have written a few times already
taken the seat next to me. I didn’t notice when he came in. I asked him about
his new job which not surprisingly didn’t interest me. When I heard him whisper
to himself, “happy to see him,” I began preparing to leave the place. I’m
convinced he loves me.
We still had a few hours. So we, leaving the man
behind, moved on to another, and more expensive, place. I had the courtesy to
ask him if he wanted to come along and he said No. Unexpectedly she was there. She
who I met three weeks previously and she with whom I had nice talk. I’m
convinced she is interested in me. The feeling is mutual. Now she got my
business card, but I don’t have her contact number.
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In the
final part of The Summing Up, Somerset
Maugham writes about philosophy and then religion. “In religion above all
things the only thing of use is an objective truth. The only God that is of use
is a being who is personal, supreme and good, and whose existence is as certain
as that two and two make four. I cannot penetrate the mystery. I remain an
agnostic, and the practical outcome of agnosticism is that you act as though
God did not exist.” (p. 268)
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