Saturday, 25 October 2014
Dolores has called me crazy several times. No, loads of times. Every new trip, event, collaboration. "It's too much, Ronald."
She's right. It is too much. But I've a good reason. To make up for being a lazy-arsed twat in my youth.
There's so much I still want to learn. Not just about beer. Despite my obsession, I'm not that narrow. Then I realised something. Depressing in a way, but also motivating.
What was the revelation? That I'll never learn another language.
Best make as much use as I can of the time I've left.
Sanskrit will have to wait for another life.