Wednesday, February 06, 2019


What Is the Meaning of Life?

Lawrence Durrell (1912-1990), Bitter Lemons, chapter 6:
Mr. Honey was another new acquaintance with marked idiosyncrasies. He was tall and lean and very shortsighted; and he walked about the village swaying gracefully and manipulating his long graceful hands in gestures which reminded one of a lady of fashion in the period of Madame RĂ©camier. His long dark face with its glazed eyes betrayed a fond vague happiness. He was the grave-digger; but as nobody died in the village he had a lot of time free for self-examination, and since a man must eat he had turned his talents to the digging of cesspits at so much a cubic meter. He was the philosopher of main drainage. "What is the meaning of life?" he asked me once in a tragic slurring voice. "It all goes in here," raising a bottle of wine to his lips for a long swig; "and it all goes out there," pointing to the pit he was digging. "What does it all mean?" Poor Mr. Honey! I have often pondered on the subject myself.

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