Over and again, I am amazed at how this business remains unchanged. Yes we are a high-technology business, but in a lot of ways we are a jelly-beans business. People don't like to hear that.
Walking back, I self-consciously nudged Y. away from the curbside (yes, yes dear KT, I still remember the lesson...! But I think she knew what I was doing by the way she smiled). Convinced of what lay ahead for us, I said aloud, "We are in a flying phase. And you know what, I am not exactly sure what kind...! Scary."
Before we reached office, two images came to my mind. One a scene from the book I am reading now. And the second from "The Wire," (which in my book is likely to remain for a long time the best TV drama ever made).
Bao-yu and Aroma in Cao Xuequin's The Story of Stone, Vol 2:
"`Now my idea of a glorious death would be to die now, while you are all around me; then your tears could combine to make a great river that my corpse could float away on, far, far away to some remote place that no bird has ever flown to, and gently decompose there until the wind had picked my bones clean, and after that never, never to be reborn again as a human being - that would be a really good death.'
`I'm sleepy," said Aroma, unwilling to reply, for she had observed that his mad fit was on him again. And Bao-yu at once closed his eyes and fell fast asleep."
And here is that scene, the last moments of Bodie.