Tuesday, January 5, 1982


Late to school. A fine start to ’82. Things were pretty mundane, except for English with Mr. Giles. We discussed theatre and two passages, one by Bacon, the other by Nietzsche (Giles asked if anyone had heard of him) and he asked us whether it's possible to “enjoy” tragedy and if so, why? I said that tragedy gratifies our inner sadist: the animal in us is released, which is why there are crowds at fires and murder scenes, and why horror, disaster and crime films are popular. This seemed to amuse people. . . .

In the afternoon Claire invited me to a dinner on Saturday to make up an eight-some. It's at Evelyn’s. I enjoyed Art and afterwards watched a brilliant film, Picnic at Hanging Rock which is really weird and goes down as one of my favourites.

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