I just talked to Dad on the phone from England and he asked about Tom Stoppard, if I knew him; he was surprised that Tom Stoppard "started life as a Czech," and anyway was very enthusiastic about a new play. "He keeps up with science; that's what's good about him," came the warm apprisal over the line. "The play is called The Big Question, or The Connection, or something like that. I'll tell you what, why don't I send you the review in the post?" I almost objected but instead agreed, thinking of friends who crave real correspondence in letters. The title of this blog flashed before me. "That sounds really good," I said easily, thinking of consciousness puzzles and a Czech-British modern playwright, "I want to see it!"
We also talked about Jimmy's last conversations, his "approaching what he was approaching with a sense of curiosity - really, just that." But I'm on my way to work, and if I didn't have time to step on the phone plane in the first place, I have negative time to write. It is in fact negative: I have since edited this.
