“We say to the confused, Know thyself, as if knowing yourself was not the fifth and most difficult of human arithmetical operations, we say to the apathetic, Where there’s a will, there’s a way, as if the brute realities of the world did not amuse themselves each day by turning that phrase on its head, we say to the indecisive, Begin at the beginning, as if beginning were the clearly visible point of a loosely wound thread and all we had to do was to keep pulling until we reached the other end, and as if, between the former and the latter, we had held in our hands a smooth, continuous thread with no knots to untie, no snarls to untangle, a complete impossibility in the life of a skein, or indeed, if we may be permitted one more stock phrase, in the skein of life.”
Skein
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Noun
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Source: Thank you Whiskey River. Image: yeraydorta
Love this – and as a very poor, but determined knitter, I have unraveled my share of skeins and never realized the aptness of this analogy..
And somehow, I can see this, you a determined knitter, clawing away at skeins and laboring to produce magic.
Beautifully written, love it! I went to look up skein but later realized you had put the definition . Thanks!
I had to look it up too, so I decided to save the less literate of us the trouble. 🙂
French meal love skein sentence
🙂 French meal. Love that!
That is incredibly written.
Yes. He is in my top 10. Shame he passed away. Loved his work.
Jose Saramago is one of my favourite authors. I see you like him too!
Yes. Love him Laurie.
Pulling out the thread is actually meditative when I do knitting. It may be a challenge, in the end we reach it.
🙂 True. You then need to ask: “Did you enjoy your last hour?” 🙂
Tremendously, thanks to your post. I was in stiches. 😆
Thumbs up! Needed that.
Good!