I used to work late shifts at one of the lowest rent clubs in Canberra (I don’t think I’d be giving too much away by saying it was in Dickson and was frequented at the time mostly by tradesmen). Anyways, my job was sitting in a cage of sorts, paying gamblers who had managed to recoup some of their fool-gotten gains. Not exactly every young boy’s fantasy…although the cage was pretty accurate.
To kill time I used to read a lot; there were a lot of student types on the payroll that would study at work and so, in an effort to reclaim my book smarts and look like a big shot, I set about reading one massive tome in particular. The book was called “The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind” by Julian Jaynes and it really was massive.
I must have read that book at least five times…well attempted that book five times. I really aced the contents page but never got much of the way past page 50 although that’s not to say that the book wasn’t fascinating because it was. It’s just that I’d jumped in at the deep end and was floundering in the subject matter. I kept at it as I did because I used to like lugging it around as it helped me feel a little more like a ‘diamond in the rough but the fact that it was a little over my head only made me feel like a ‘slightly polished pebble in the rough’.
There’s a lesson in that I’m sure.