by dada » Thu Nov 05, 2020 12:53 pm
What is it to the imagination whether the war has been waged against it for the last thirty or forty years, the last three or four hundred, or three or four thousand. Or thirty or forty minutes, thirty or forty seconds. In the imagination, time works differently.
The war on the imagination is finally decided on the battlefield of the imagination, where it must become imaginary. Logic dictates this.
The imagination cannot be defeated on its own ground. A source of endless frustration for any army that rebels against it.
Both his words and manner of speech seemed at first totally unfamiliar to me, and yet somehow they stirred memories - as an actor might be stirred by the forgotten lines of some role he had played far away and long ago.