We seem not to inhabit uninteresting times, in one respect at least. As our sailors have been abandoned to legitimacy in their private conduct, the drone has emerged as the wunder- kind of lawless warmaking, infalli- bly of one mind with authority, our totem of unit cohesion, incarnate. Will matrimony just hasten this re- nascence of bitter, senseless venery, and other compulsions of repression? The jest rides only on coincidence - is each constraint on the authority state to be balanced by its escape, denying us all breath of separation.
But to the extent that I can understand my own motives .. I want to keep the history of our generation fresh in my mind so that I don't let my- self slip - it is so comfor- table sometimes, so enter- taining - into easy cynicism. I want the anger that comes with its harsh ironies and absurdities, to keep my own sense of location from dying while I am still capable of passion.
The text is a diary entry by a character in a novel by a classicist and teach- er of distinct stature in my experience. Out of con- text, it is merely a frag- ment of characterisation, not the summation it can- not be, of external or in- ternal conditions. It ad- dresses remembrance as if conservation were still a respectable, and not just a nostalgic undertaking.