834. Frost on a winter window matters just as much as all the works of Shakespeare, and a shoe by the side of the road, driven over and crushed by traffic and soaked with rain water is just as worthy to be in a glass vitrine in the Louvre as the paintings of either Da Vinci or Van Gogh.
835. I suppose the Duck would say: Let us stop Marie Antoinette's cart in which she is being taken to the guillotine, have her step down and you, whomever you may be, shall get in in her place. Now it is you that is on the way to your death which will occur in fifteen minutes depending on the traffic.
836. Wouldn't you want that tumbrel to go slowly, or perhaps stop all together for as long as possible, and can't you see that a bee buzzing around near your ear is just as interesting as anything you have ever heard. In this situation it is obvious that the old wet shoe in the road is as interesting as any object in a museum you have paid money to stand in front of.
837. You may get down from Marie's cart now, and she will get back in, and with a sigh of relief go back to thinking that some sights and some sounds are more worthy of your attention than others. But you will be deceiving yourself, because the fact is, you are in that cart, and you will never get out of it, accept it.
The somber tone of this page is probably explained by the fact the I was having a stroke at the time I wrote it, although I did not realize it until later in the day.
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