Wednesday, April 5



Very heavy fog this morning. The old cherry plum tree has tried to make an appearance all day but without much success beyond a vague, ghost-like figure. The completely still air makes things even spookier. You can hear the birds when they set off from the water but you can’t see them. It sounds like glass chains rattling. Somewhere a seagull coughs.

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SIETE NOCHES

I have just finished Jorge Luís Borges' Siete Noches, which contains seven lectures from 1980. In 1955, Borges was appointed director of The National Library in Buenos Aires. The library contained nearly one million books but Borges' eyesight had deteriorated so much that he could not even read the titles of the books. Later, he found out that his two predecessors as directors of the library, Groussac and Mármol, had been blind too. In one of the lectures he talks about his blindness. It is not darkness that you 'see' when you are blind but some dusty colours. He would have preferred black.


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