Apologies for the ultra-boring blog of yesterday. I now realise that a list of book titles is not the most interesting of reads. As mentioned, though, I have included in this blog a pic of the current two books I am reading. "The Mind's Eye", by Oliver Sacks, eloquently relates yet another series of studies of unusual, interesting and (often) amazing neurological disorders, giving each a personal touch.
On the other hand, the "Bedtime Stories" offered by Phillip Adams, although also giving insight into people's personalities and foibles, has an extremely wide ranging subject base.
Here's a small portion of one encounter:
Phillip had invited the singer/actress, Julie Covington to be his guest on (the radio show) ‘Late Night Live’. He was totally flummoxed when Ms Covington flatly refused to join in any conversation he tried to initiate and answered not one question. To Phillip’s dismay, asking about her film career was met by… “A stony silence, reminiscent of limestone. I asked her about her role in and as Evita. An even stonier silence, now evoking solid granite. Further responses elicited the igneous, the sedimentary and the metamorphic. Little wonder our brief time together felt like a vast stretch of geological time.....” Poor Phillip. (He never discovered why he was treated that way).
On the other hand, the "Bedtime Stories" offered by Phillip Adams, although also giving insight into people's personalities and foibles, has an extremely wide ranging subject base.
Here's a small portion of one encounter:
Phillip had invited the singer/actress, Julie Covington to be his guest on (the radio show) ‘Late Night Live’. He was totally flummoxed when Ms Covington flatly refused to join in any conversation he tried to initiate and answered not one question. To Phillip’s dismay, asking about her film career was met by… “A stony silence, reminiscent of limestone. I asked her about her role in and as Evita. An even stonier silence, now evoking solid granite. Further responses elicited the igneous, the sedimentary and the metamorphic. Little wonder our brief time together felt like a vast stretch of geological time.....” Poor Phillip. (He never discovered why he was treated that way).
