slippery days

In lecture we were discussing the ending of Raymond Chandler's Red Wind. The professor asks, "What do you make of the ending?" The class tries to answer. The professor pushes on. "Don't you see something more to it? Something symbolic, perhaps?" Then I raised my hand and I spoke. I raised my hand to speak in the middle of a lecture for the first time ever since I entered university seven years ago. I forget what I said. But I spoke... I told him my name, and I expressed my interpretation of the ending, and he made a check mark on his list. Informed participation. Check. Yippee.

Moments slip by... moments that could be stepping stones allowing me to step off and propel forward but sometimes they slip because there's not time to sit down and record. And so it makes me wonder, these people who move so fast, do they ever come to the realization that they are missing a lot?

Paralysis! -- is the central theme! says my prof when we were discussing the first few stories of Dubliners.

I said something to myself this evening while reading Dubliners in the library.

"Talking to someone interesting is not as interesting as talking to someone who makes you feel interesting."

It is the latter I strive to become for I already find myself quite interesting.