This book is taking me far too long to get through because it is very long-winded in its descriptions, and very sparse with any action, story progression or self-explanation (I am sort of wondering what I’m still doing with it), but today I found the above in it and it made me smile, so I thought I’d share it.
Among the very-of-the-time, racist, sexist, patronisingly blinkered comments the book puts across in its throw-away manner, this little gem snuck through, and I’ll allow that. It’s redeemed a certain amount of validity in doing so.
I have a love-hate relationship with humanity. What I’d like to say is that I am all for humanity, because of what the word ideally embodies, but with people carrying it, where else could it go. People are fickle, and weak, and affected by everything, particularly other people. It’s taken me a while to realise, in doing so much work with people, that I don’t hate people, I love-hate them. So there. That’s the discovery of the day. It’s not all bad. I knew there was more to it.
Written while getting into the dark side of the Eighties (Eighties-inspired?) music scene.