“I want to influence people so they’ll do what I think it’s important they should do. I can’t get ‘em to do that unless I let ‘em bore me first, you understand. Then just as they’re delighting in having got me punch-drunk with talk I come back at ‘em and make ‘em do what I’ve got lined up for ‘em.”
“I wish I could do that,” Dixon said enviously. “When I’m punch-drunk with talk, which is what I am most of the time, that’s when they come at me and make me do what they want me to do.” Apprehension and drink combined to break through another bulkhead in his mind and he went on eagerly: “I’m the boredom detector. I’m a finely tuned instrument. If only I could get hold of a millionaire I’d be worth a bag of money to him. He could send me on ahead into dinners and cocktail parties and night clubs, just for five minutes, and then by looking at me he’d be able to read off the boredom coefficient of any gathering. Like a canary down a coal mine; same idea.”
--Kingsley Amis, Lucky Jim
Kingsley Amis wrote the finest description of a hangover I expect I will ever find in the English language (in Lucky Jim, as a matter of fact). I'm going to have to look that up. . . .
Posted by: Kriston | November 11, 2004 at 12:29 AM