TAZUNURU NI SORE: Investigating Um

For a wanker starting to get the real thing, it may be important to study the meaning of foreplay. Even after many years of getting the real thing, wankers everywhere are liable to find it impossible to prevent ourselves from going directly to the target. Going directly to the target has always been a forte of the wanker who is writing this blog.

Going directly to the target is another way of saying endgaining. Endgaining is the attitude of a person whose gaze is fixed narrowly upon the end of the road, without wider appreciation and enjoyment of the flowers, and weeds, that may be growing by the wayside.

What the endgainer is prone to forget is that getting to the end of the road is only an idea in his brain, whereas the flowers falling and the weeds sprouting by the wayside are real manifestations of the law, here and now.

Ultimate reality might exist in, er, um.

Yesterday on Desert Island Discs I heard of Chinese schoolchildren digging up flower beds because Chairman Mao regarded growing flowers as a bourgeois affectation. What a monster! At the same time, I know where he was coming from. He might have been a man after my own heart.

The British voter being as he or she is, and the British political system being as it is, with all its loveable inefficiencies and idiosyncrasies and anachronisms, we are unlikely at least in the foreseeable future to be lorded over by any overtly monstrous end-gaining tyrant like Mike Cross or Adolf Hitler or Chairman Mao. We are more likely to vote in the likes of a master of modest expression like, aw shucks, Tony Blair; or a bumbler like, um, er, Boris Johnson. Boris of course is a classics graduate, a student of Roman orators, who in their turn might have known a thing or two about rhetorical foreplay.