Last night the 7.30 Report showed snippets from a series of interviews with the late and much-admired Donald Horne. (You have to revere the man, even if he did think that the world revolved around Sydney.)
One black and white excerpt showcased a scenario unthinkable in modern TV. Prof Horne being interviewed as he sat in an armchair dressed in a dinner suit. As he addressed the interviewer one hand held a matchbox between forefinger and thumb, while his other fingers curled around an as-yet unlit cigarette. It was a grandfatherly and charming scene. I particularly liked the idea that as soon as he had finished pontificating (at length) he was going to light that cigarette and puff away, engaging in a moment of quiet reflection, a million miles from care.
Fortunately we now all know that smokers are pawns of Satan and should be crucified upside down on the nearest hillside, but I enjoyed watching this brief relic of another time, another way of living.
5 comments:
Just when I thought I'd take up smoking. Saved again by the perspicacious HB. Who knew you felt so strongly about smokers...
I do feel strongly about smokers. But what is it that I really feel??
Lo is probably the voice you use when you want to announce something really important. "Lo, it doth occur to me..."
I'd be disappointed if my heavy-handed use of sarcasm wasn't recongised for the genius it is. Lo.
'lo Hazel, hoe are you?
sorry, did that ith a baby in my arms; that should read how are you; I am truly not trying to be rude. (T says hi).
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