Things that annoy me
Underambitious fantasies. My back was itching in the pub last night, and I couldn't quite reach the right spot to scratch it. ‘If only,’ I heard myself think, ‘I had a slightly longer arm.’
Ridiculous! If I'm going to allow myself to fantasise counterfactually, why didn't I just fantasise ‘If only my back didn't itch in the first place’?
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*I was quite late at learning not to be literal...
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Daft response
ooo - and I found a picture.
http://www.latestbuy.com.au/telescopicscratcher.html
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…and now my back itches. Drat.
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From Gödel, Escher, Bach by Douglas Hofstadter:
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-- Robert Browning, clearly not suffering from an itch
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