Friday, 29 June 2012

Renton

Robert Irwin's Memoirs of a Dervish includes lots of little gems - well, as far as I am concerned, it does.

I haven't finished the book so I'm not sure whether all his explorations into the esoteric and the Islamic actually lead to a permanent self-realisation but on p 175 he quotes someone who says:

"I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul."

He then describes a methedrine-fuelled non-stop walk across London (sounded as if it lasted all day and that he literally crossed London from top to bottom). His thoughts were crystal clear; he was the master of his fate, the captain of his soul.

All of this reminded me of the closing scene in Trainspotting - yes, at last a train connection to this blog - where Renton is similarly ecstatically marching through London with a certainty of purpose and optimism.

Question: is a sense of certainty what we should all be aiming for?

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Last night's Aperatif:

Lillet:

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