I feel as if I have been transported back in time. The ‘first day back at school’ sensation with new shoes, sharpened pencils and an eager air of enquiry. Mmm, how long will that last I wonder? I met with Eric to discuss very scanty details of my Independent Study. Ideas and notions float across the hidden shallows. There is a deep vein to be tapped, a nettle to grasp, but at the moment the themes are nebulous and that nettle is a puff of dandelion seeds wafting through the ether.
Mr and Mrs Andrews, what did Gainsborough mean? Is this simply a one-dimensional snapshot, or a can of worms?
“And Finally: the three golden words. King Arthur’s knight Gawain was sent off on a quest to find out the answer to the riddle of what women wanted, but after schlepping up and down Ye Olde High Street, he had a head-scrambling number of contradictory replies, from “kindness” to “Jimmy Choos” (or the early mediaeval equivalent, probably “cat gut clogs”). Finally, he bumped into a loathly lady in a magic wood who whispered three words in his ear. (I think he had to marry her first – there may be a lesson there.) Anyway, the lady may have been loathly but her words hold true today. All a woman really wants? “Her own way.””
And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow – look out for all a man really wants – and it’s not a Gainsborough painting…