Corrigendum

[desperance]

Whoops. I just laughed aloud, in the Silence Room as ever was. This is a solecism almost irreparable, outdone only by letting your mobile phone go off in here. And then answering it... *growls at a certain memory*

But, thing is, here I am trying to write, struggling for the right word ("casual as ignorance" - is that actually right, does it mean to other people what I want it to mean to me?), and having to sit in a bay because they have stolen all the tables from the centre of the room again*; which means that I am surrounded by old books in easy reach, so of course when I hesitate it's the easiest thing in the world to be distracted by a title, to lift a volume down, to browse without purpose...

So I took this book off the shelf and opened it up, and the first thing I saw was an inserted errata slip, or Corrigenda as it chose to label itself; and the first correction on the list reads

Page 22, line 20, for "immorality" read "morality."

And I did, I laughed. Aloud.


*I used to think that when I died I would leave all my blistering fortune to the Lit & Phil. Right now, I think I will leave them only enough for a couple of tables. Which shall be known as Brenchley's Tables and will be built in situ and too big to pass out through the double doors.** That'll stop them stealing all the damn tables...

** If that's not actually possible due to the constraints of physics, then they shall be nailed to the bloody floor.

Comments

[badbookworm]

I think "casual as ignorance" is a great phrase, for what it's worth. Very effective, though if you ask me what I take it to mean and I'm not just allowed to repeat it back to you I'll struggle (though I'd have a go). Which could be the mark of a *truly* good way of putting things.