Tafelmusik

An Illusory Intertwingling of Reason and Response

Musings: “Cogitations of an Addled Mind,” one might call it, or “Mr. Toad’s Adventure,” for that matter. Most of what I write stems from a long brooding process, and here I present to you, raw and untamed, the results. (Some musings are on a devotional note, and others are seasonally-oriented.)

Tafel :: musings

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Markheim

The night was far too warm for February. Past midnight, front door open, and a fan blowing a futile breeze through the place, its rough hum imbuing the air with a long-lacking envelopment. It was too warm to sleep. At least, too warm to sleep in February.

Silence has a way of invading the mind in just the same way as an incessant tapping; so the fan served some purpose. Eyes drooping, but sleep still elusive, I opened a small volume of Stevenson. For some reason, the mood was perfect for the murder of an old miser—something of the urgency of Markheim1 lazily livened the slow pace of a tired night. Mind whirling, I finally slept.

1 "Markheim," by Robert Louis Stevenson, is a nice little murder story—not a mystery, since you see everything through the eyes of the murder—just a nice little story. (full text e-text)

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