It’s odd how you can live for so many years and then
suddenly realise something you never thought of before. Today’s sudden
realisation was the fact that a life spent as a good stand-up comedian is a
life well spent. Not, heaven forbid, because of the wealth or the fame or the
ego boost, but for the fact that a good stand-up comedian gives countless
people the gift of laughter. It seems to me that the gift of laughter is one of
the greatest of gifts, and so a life so spent is a worthy one.
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The Shire today was, for the most part, unremittingly wet and gloomy for hour after miserable hour, and the cold, dripping twilight was smothered by a confused and quarrelsome sky. I’ve mentioned before how significant twilights are to my perception; how they can reflect heaven or hell depending on the vicissitudes of climatic conditions. Tonight’s twilight was a Byronic twilight, the very model of a wan day going down in wet and weariness.
I know I should stop quoting Byron, but he does seem to have had a similar response to the whims of the weather and the world about him as I do. I wonder whether we have anything else in common.
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