there is the allure, an enjoyment, a challenge, the getting an idea, the finding of what appears to be a road to go on to reach a nice little village full of willing peasant girls, or the looking for that road but not finding it but sensing it must be close; all this combines into an addiction to the pursuit or the maddening fixation on about a hundred puzzles all piled up or all pacing around and wondering when they’ll get a chance to come together.
So I guess that’s when the internet’s ease in searching for clues comes in – but then I find that almost everything I do is the wrong thing or what brings me pleasure is a literary sin or to be a less sinful literary fellow I ought to reshape my ways into those which I don’t really want to do too much of.
But you can always find a source that helps you feel you are not on such a wrong track after all – it just might be a track you need to get used to being a bit lonesome on. So I become inclined to think if you find a way you enjoy, you ought to not fret much about being a minority or part of a majority.
I think the pendulum figure fits here. Sometimes the swing is more extreme and comes quicker than other swings and times, but it still swings. While it may mean being sometimes a bit lonesome the alternative is to be driven seriously nuts and for little reason.