Laughter in the dark (duration}

A final thought on duration:

According to some “rules” I’ve seen circulating around, I shouldn’t be blogging. One of the primary tenets is that a person is supposed to be brief. I’m a dismal failure at that. I like writing, so I do it frequently and to excess, like I have done most things in my life.

I found an echo of my point of view in this little bit, though it might even be considered long by blogging standards:

Once upon a time there lived in Berlin, Germany, a man called Albinus. He was rich, respectable, happy; one day he abandoned his wife for the sake of a youthful mistress; he loved, was not loved; and his life ended in disaster.

This is the whole story and we might have left it at that had there not been profit and pleasure in the telling, and although there is plenty of space on a gravestone to contain, bound in moss, the abridged version of a man’s life, detail is always welcome.

[Nabokov, Laughter in the Dark]

Time for that late night walk.