Friday, October 01, 2010
When I was a small boy at the beginning of the century I remember an old man who wore knee-breeches and worsted stockings, and who used to hobble about the street of our village with the help of a stick.
Not transcendent, but I like the imagery just the same. I also like the fact that the sentence comes from the viewpoint of a child. It is fascinating to me what one remembers as a child, because it's never necessarily the most important thing... but it's quite frequently something that adults have not given enough thought to... and it is always something that is important in its simplicity.