Jenny's Conk.

I just watched a film starring Jenny Agutter. I could never quite be a fan of Jenny Agutter. She was a good actor and had lovely eyes, a sweet voice, and a compellingly feminine presence, but her nose always irritated me. It formed a barrier which I could never get over. I think they call it retroussé.

  

And I’d like somebody to tell me why I go from being depressed and anxious in the morning, to serious but apathetic during the day, to trivial and silly at night. I suspect that having the curtains closed against the darkness has something to do with the last one. But I did discover this week that I have something fundamental in common with Siddhartha as created by Herman Hesse. I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or not.