The nights are dark and rather lonely at the Devorian abode, and – strange to say – the longer one lives, the less sleep one is able to get. So, to fill those long evenings I prefer to sit at my desk and write whilst the crooning of Paul and Art pervade the empty space, my good-natured companions through the decades.
It seems I was in a musing mood when ‘The Sound of Silence’ began to play last night, for though I have listened to that particular song at least 500,000 times since 1964 (then it was ‘The Sounds of Silence’, not entirely sure what the motives for change were), but never had I actually analysed what I was hearing. There was a certain few lines that struck me as uncannily prophetic:
That voices never share