I was flicking through the TV channels while I was having my
lunch, and came across a re-run of an old Inspector Morse episode. I watched it
for ten minutes and saw the most remarkable thing.
There was a scene in which Morse meets a young woman off a
train at Oxford station. She’s in
some way connected with his investigation, so he drives her out to the
countryside where he can talk to her quietly and in pleasant surroundings. It
suddenly hit me that she looked almost identical to somebody I know.
The shape of her face was the same, the set of her eyes was
the same, her body type was the same, her body language was the same, her
hairstyle was the same, the timbre of her voice was the same, even her accent
was the same. The only slight difference was that her hair wasn’t quite as
dark. Here before my startled eyes on the TV screen was the very person who has
been causing me a little disquiet of late.
And then it amused me to think ‘If Mohammed won’t go to the
mountain...’
It also occured to me that sometimes we see what we want to see.
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