[Redbook4:123][19871014:2155]{Methodology:
Matters Arising}[14th
October 1987]
19871014.(2155c)
These
ideas* (for what they are worth) rise like bubbles of air from the
depths of a duck pond: and, like bubbles, they float on the surface
for a while. I do not generally have to think my way through them:
if 'tapped' (by putting pen to paper) they simply start to flow, as
if the bubble became a funnel or tunnel bringing more air up from the
depths; until they have finished, when they stop. Attempts to force
them to continue lead to a feeling of staleness. But if they are not
tapped they will eventually, like bubbles again, simply disappear:**
this will generally occur within the day.
This
thought (which isn't really one of them) occurs following loss of an
idea after continual postponement during a day of distractions –
not least of which were a small boy staying overnight with us, his
first night from home; and a recent letter – their first response –
from my parents' Solicitor.***
*[See
previous entries.]
**After
fading away, like a nice girl continually cold-shouldered. <871123>
Not
always. <871123>
***This
was shattering. <930503>
(These
last 2 paras written while watching the News at Ten.)
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