Oh, thanks, JES. What would I do without you? (My own searching, possibly...)
That's his best known play, and I think I read it, yonks ago in high school. I thought the quote would probably have been from there somewhere, but couldn't remember it, couldn't find it.
Every bar is a memory.
And all the memories huddle together for company, so that in my mind it often seems as though every bar I've ever been in is on the same street, or at least in the same neighbourhood; every great drinking session I fondly recall happened on one night, or over the course of one weekend; and everyone I've ever drunk with fuses into a single person, the idealised Drinking Companion.
Sometimes it seems to me also that the melancholy that infuses so many of these memories had but a single cause, an idealised Lost Love.
Some of these memories I will now try to share with the enormous, faceless, blog-munching world at large.
These, then, are the mental voyages of the boozehound Froog; his many-year mission to seek out new drinks and new places to drink them in, to write The Meaning Of Life on a napkin.... andnotlose it on the way home.
Froog is an escaped lawyer - but there is no need for alarm; he is only a danger to himself, not to the general public. An eternal wanderer, he now lives in an exotic city somewhere in the 'Third World' *, where he is held prisoner by an unfinished novel (or, more precisely, an unstarted novel). He spends a lot of time running, writing, taking photographs, and falling in love with women who fail to appreciate him. He also spends a lot of time in bars.
[* OK, I'll come clean: I've been living in Beijing since summer '02.]
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It's good to know that the "manly pleasures" haven't changed in 300 years!
There is something oddly reassuring about that, isn't there?
I can't believe I'd missed this gem all these years.
No idea where it comes from. One of the plays, I assume, but I haven't been able to track down which one.
Don't know if you can access Google Books over there, but it appears to come from Wycherly's play The Country Wife. [source]
Oh, thanks, JES. What would I do without you? (My own searching, possibly...)
That's his best known play, and I think I read it, yonks ago in high school. I thought the quote would probably have been from there somewhere, but couldn't remember it, couldn't find it.
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