This is summer yuletide. You stay in the city, if you are lucky with an air conditioner. Acquaintances disappear for some mountain or seaside resort. It’s much if they send you a postcard. No e-mail of course because few people walk with a laptop in the holidays (and they are right). Some might send you some message with their mobiles, but they abstain with good reason. They understand subliminally that these messages would be of bad taste. They don’t call for the same reason and also because the cost mobile-fixed phone is high. Well it’s nearly over. The heat is becoming tolerable. And after all what do you expect from these acquaintances?
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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
--Samuel Beckett
10 Aug 2008, 2:19 pm
