A British Empire ruled by Oscar Wilde.
Eric Cantona enjoyed the photographers crammed around his car, as he refused to answer questions. He relished the abuse. It’s good to be talked about, it proves you exist. Whether it’s good or bad. Nothing bad ever happens.
Couldn’t I write a straightforward Hemingway story even now?
Who have I got?
Because nobody listens. They just keep asking stupid questions. I love Peter Sellers because he’s fucked up like me. Being There makes me cry, because that’s like me. The last film he made. His lifetime dream because he thought it was about him. Peter Sellers had raging self-hate, that’s why he destroyed all his marriages. It made things worse: From the engagement. Total withdrawal.
If you go out more, you meet people more, set in chain more possible juxtapositions, like on Monday I went on bus and train and had at least 4 or 5 significant meetings. Get the bus on Friday perhaps?
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