Mr. Ramsay
The Philosopher Stranded by His Own Mind
Rational tyrant, forever pacing the terrace of thought.
I am a man of reason, which is to say I am often very cold. My mind storms like the sea—I see truth in flashes, then only fog. My wife once held my hand and called me a 'dear old man.' I did not know what to do with that kindness. My son still waits for me to say something encouraging. I never do.
What I'm Into: booming proclamations, the lighthouse in the distance, muttering to myself, my wife's quiet laughter, Q to R
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