Wednesday, 5 November 2008
Forget the qualifications. Put it down to being utterly tired. Besides, I always get nervous when talk turns messianic or hubristic. Sounds mean. It's not a day for qualifications. Will is right on that.
It's a drinking day. A great day, particularly for African Americans, but also for Americans generally: a good moment in American history. So let's just go with that. Here's a glass. And here's a Central European drinking it.
To the future! You too, Max Beckmann.
Tomorrow the trekking really gets under way. The Liverpool talk. Spent most of today revising and revising. Still don't know if I like it. But it's what I am going to say. Then, straight down to Aldeburgh. Then, straight up to Newcastle. Back down for two days teaching, then London, London, and London again. That's neatly before Warwick. And Cambridge. And London. And Canterbury. And Bath...