Big red book

Some­times I think that I’ve lived a rather dull life so far — a life in which lots of things have happened but few of them have proved to be very inter­est­ing. Then, in the course of a con­ver­sa­tion, I admit to some­thing that I prob­ably shouldn’t have let slip, and I sud­denly real­ise how unbe­liev­ably strange it sounds. Turn a few pages and all the text can seem quite mundane; it’s often the scribbled notes in the mar­gin that turn out to be much more revealing.