Icarus flying home # 40

One of the things I remember about learning to play guitar and harmonica was hearing this great song and then thinking, 'well I could do that...' so I did. I played the guitar and the harmonica in a harness while my buddy JD sang, we were 14 and the bees-bloody-knees. How life has changed from way back then in 1968 - goodness is it so long ago? And we graduated from this to Let's Work Together and ain't nothin' changed there. I have just read (in The Lost Books of the Odyssey) that Alcinous said:

Among the Phaeanicians it is believed that each man lives out his life as a character in a story told by someone else... The one thing all Phaeanicians agree is that not enough is known to infer even a single teller's name

Well all I can say I have a bloody good storyteller in charge of mine (oops - thus far, touch wood, kiss a lucky rabbit's foot, don't walk under a ladder..). And Odysseus replied:

Wise king of the happiest country I have seen, is it not better to live your well-favoured life never knowing the teller's name?'

I am not going to go further than this today - because I am curious but mulling the ideas both have put. And I love the technique of this book, which is not dissimilar to Calvino's Invisible Cities - thus far. I like it very much but I feel you can't just devoir it on the beach. I'm on the road again, reading and writing and back on track - yay!