May 16, 2008 § 5 Comments
From the card that came with a bottle of scotch:
It is miserable to be really broke. But it is more miserable to be really broke and sober.
There’s a word that has been on my mind lately: fellow-feeling. It is one of those expressions that teeters on the edge of archaism, the kind that, in the absence of more precise terminologies, one secretly yearns to revive.
Fellow-feeling is synonymous with the word sympathy, but it strikes the ear differently. It is a compound noun and a densely layered one, which, in addition to its noun-ness, possesses elements of verb, adverb, and even adjective. Between them lies its meaning: someone feels, or has felt, as you do.
These last weeks, I have become keenly aware of the presence and absence of this quality, and there is something in the difference that speaks volumes about both friendship and politics. I am considering this as I drink a glass of scotch, slowly, savouring its bite.