August 7th 2011 Tim Candler
When it is all about me, very
difficult to avoid the first person singular. Then when taken by
the work of others, "I" sometimes so grates upon the nerves that there
are hairs where no hairs have been before. "Who cares," or
"shut-up" becomes an emotion. So perhaps there should be inventing
Call him Mr. Y. Or pretend to
be a flower. Or one of those older Rabbits, too big headed to
breach garden defenses.
The first person plural could
be a way to go. For example, "we disapproved.." or "we ran for
the woods.." It sets in the mind an otherness that puts a wider
perspective upon any statement. Suggests a flotilla of being and
purpose. A bonhomie to be reckoned with. It's what the people
"So we decided that ignorance was
bliss." And who knows whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.