【Interlude】S01E02.5 ……
(书友力荐作品：尔岚书屋)『最近最火的书：草荷书城』Charles Hyde''''s Diary
January 30th, 1980, Wednesday
An absolutely absurd field trip.
This I offered so fine-sounding platitudes to those weather-beaten fishern, prosing iigations, reviews, and coordination.
I avoided Brussels, avoided own powerlessness, avoided the on Fisheries Policy—the real proble
I was right there, on the ground, yet I unsciously played the part of a petent, hypocritical politi. It''''s laughable.
Old John the fishern''''s question—" your sustaiure help pay bills?"—was like a spike driven straight into lungs.
Yes, I ''''t. I only prose to ke a phone call. Is that lit? The lit of a et nister?
This afternoon, I tried to play with dialecti the stage of the seafood festival, and then a basket of cold seaweed washed awake.
A physical shock, a spiritual baptis Huliation.
I was a ss, a drowned rat, frozen in that nt by the reporters'''' flashes. I already igiorrow''''s tabloid headlines.
But the greatest absurdity was yet to e.
Tourist Director Laert''''s post-disaster face, his "thanks," his "ce."
The Departnt of the Enviro''''s urgent "safety inquiry," the ty cil''''s "dignified way out."
It was all.
Alistair dish. The n who clai his "duty is to the legally stituted gover, not to any particular party." The n who precisely anticipated need for a whiteboard and had it pre-arrahe n whose reended I "dee or hold a eting."
He didn''''t step onto the field hielf. He didn''''t even intervene directly.
My PR disaster beca his problesolving tool. My earrassnt won hipower.
Alistair dish, Ag Per Secretary, has given an introductory lesson in the law of the Whitehall jungle.
I dialled that faliar nuer and, using his own logic, dended policy oute.
I don''''t know if ship is sailing towards an abyss or into re plex, but re real, waters. But I know I o longer be rely a perfe. I have to uand, have to learn, how the director backstage writes the script, how he pulls those firings.
January 31st, 1980, Thursday
I de the call. For John, and for self. The bank gave no firitnt but prosed to "re-evaluate." A nuscule, yet real, piece ress.
Alistair kept his prose. The infortion on John and the bank was delivered first thing this
That is good.
He provides the tools, I use the He builds the syste and I... ke the systework for .
It see we have reached a new uanding. He pursues the perfe of the syste while I pursue crete results.
Perhaps this path is viable. Provided we both uand who is truly holding the reins.
January 30th, 1980, Wednesday
An absolutely absurd field trip.
This I offered so fine-sounding platitudes to those weather-beaten fishern, prosing iigations, reviews, and coordination.
I avoided Brussels, avoided own powerlessness, avoided the on Fisheries Policy—the real proble
I was right there, on the ground, yet I unsciously played the part of a petent, hypocritical politi. It''''s laughable.
Old John the fishern''''s question—" your sustaiure help pay bills?"—was like a spike driven straight into lungs.
Yes, I ''''t. I only prose to ke a phone call. Is that lit? The lit of a et nister?
This afternoon, I tried to play with dialecti the stage of the seafood festival, and then a basket of cold seaweed washed awake.
A physical shock, a spiritual baptis Huliation.
I was a ss, a drowned rat, frozen in that nt by the reporters'''' flashes. I already igiorrow''''s tabloid headlines.
But the greatest absurdity was yet to e.
Tourist Director Laert''''s post-disaster face, his "thanks," his "ce."
The Departnt of the Enviro''''s urgent "safety inquiry," the ty cil''''s "dignified way out."
It was all.
Alistair dish. The n who clai his "duty is to the legally stituted gover, not to any particular party." The n who precisely anticipated need for a whiteboard and had it pre-arrahe n whose reended I "dee or hold a eting."
He didn''''t step onto the field hielf. He didn''''t even intervene directly.
My PR disaster beca his problesolving tool. My earrassnt won hipower.
Alistair dish, Ag Per Secretary, has given an introductory lesson in the law of the Whitehall jungle.
I dialled that faliar nuer and, using his own logic, dended policy oute.
I don''''t know if ship is sailing towards an abyss or into re plex, but re real, waters. But I know I o longer be rely a perfe. I have to uand, have to learn, how the director backstage writes the script, how he pulls those firings.
January 31st, 1980, Thursday
I de the call. For John, and for self. The bank gave no firitnt but prosed to "re-evaluate." A nuscule, yet real, piece ress.
Alistair kept his prose. The infortion on John and the bank was delivered first thing this
That is good.
He provides the tools, I use the He builds the syste and I... ke the systework for .
It see we have reached a new uanding. He pursues the perfe of the syste while I pursue crete results.
Perhaps this path is viable. Provided we both uand who is truly holding the reins.