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poliphiloI have one great skill for dealing with the world-out-there.
I can make myself invisible.
I perfected it at school. Mine was what is laughably called a public (meaning private) school and its purpose was to turn boy children into parsons and/or major-generals. Everyone was expected to join a quasi-military outfit and march up and down in brightly shining, heavy boots on a Wednesday afternoon. There was the one get-out- you could opt instead for the Duke of Edinburgh's Award Scheme. The DEAS regime was hearty enough- you had to read maps and go for long, manly hikes and camp out on foggy hillsides- but at least they didn't put you in a uniform.
I was so determinedly useless that the DEAS threw me out after a year. The final straw for them was when I and a group of my mates took a long and manly hike across some guy's private land and he effected a citizen's arrest and caused the school embarrassment. Thereafter I became invisible. While everybody else was shouldering arms and stamping their feet whenever a French master (pretending to be a sergeant major) told them they had to I was free to slope off down to the artroom and look at pictures of naked women.
I pulled the same stunt with organised sport. I was so determinedly useless at football and cricket that after a term or two the captains of sport stopped bothering to pick me for their teams and I was free to slope off down to the art room etc...etc.
You keep your head down, you pull your aura in and everybody else is so busy dreaming of goals or worrying about the polish on their boots that they just don't notice you're there (or not there, as the case may be.)
The problem with being invisible is that you never become rich or famous. The benefits are incalculable.
I can make myself invisible.
I perfected it at school. Mine was what is laughably called a public (meaning private) school and its purpose was to turn boy children into parsons and/or major-generals. Everyone was expected to join a quasi-military outfit and march up and down in brightly shining, heavy boots on a Wednesday afternoon. There was the one get-out- you could opt instead for the Duke of Edinburgh's Award Scheme. The DEAS regime was hearty enough- you had to read maps and go for long, manly hikes and camp out on foggy hillsides- but at least they didn't put you in a uniform.
I was so determinedly useless that the DEAS threw me out after a year. The final straw for them was when I and a group of my mates took a long and manly hike across some guy's private land and he effected a citizen's arrest and caused the school embarrassment. Thereafter I became invisible. While everybody else was shouldering arms and stamping their feet whenever a French master (pretending to be a sergeant major) told them they had to I was free to slope off down to the artroom and look at pictures of naked women.
I pulled the same stunt with organised sport. I was so determinedly useless at football and cricket that after a term or two the captains of sport stopped bothering to pick me for their teams and I was free to slope off down to the art room etc...etc.
You keep your head down, you pull your aura in and everybody else is so busy dreaming of goals or worrying about the polish on their boots that they just don't notice you're there (or not there, as the case may be.)
The problem with being invisible is that you never become rich or famous. The benefits are incalculable.
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Re: I knew there was a reason I liked you so...
Date: 2005-09-29 06:24 am (UTC)Re: I knew there was a reason I liked you so...
Date: 2005-09-29 08:02 am (UTC)The Bishop in the West Wing (Blackie Ryan)
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0812575989/ref=cm_bg_d_12/102-2619176-8080100?v=glance
Blackie Ryan List
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/listmania/list-browse/-/F53J355YIMS0/ref=cm_lm_detail_ctr_full_2/102-2619176-8080100
Greeley is in no way to be considered a great writer. You needn’t take my word for this. He has many, many critics. What I find captivating and irresistible is his perspective. He’s a Chicago Irish priest about our age. His youth was similar to mine and his personality reflects this. He speaks an ethnic language that I grew up with and am very comfortable with.
He has created this one protagonist, Father Blackie Ryan and quite honestly I have a huge crush on this adorable, priest, detective whose greatest talent is to be invisible. The West Wing is not my all time favorite but it is, I think, the one to start with to get the best glimpse of how being nondescript can work for you in solving a mystery.
This may not be great writing, but this is one great guy, Blackie Ryan is. He’s everything a woman could ever want in a man… and the one she cannot have.
Re: I knew there was a reason I liked you so...
Date: 2005-09-29 08:23 am (UTC)Priests, poltergeists and presidents- that's an irresistible mix. I think I'm going to get better aquainted with bishop Ryan.
I've always been a huge fan of that other nondescript, priest detective- Chesterton's Father Brown