Thursday, January 19, 2006
Within a dreary article in the Guardian about Manchester United, this caught my eye:
Of Best, he (Eric Cantona) said: "I always felt his presence and the importance he had at United. But the past was not a burden. It carried us. It was a reference point, something we could lean on." And he added a final gem of gnomic wisdom. "The genius," he concluded, "is the one with the gift of lighting up a dark room."
This piece of Hallmark banality is described as "gnomic wisdom". I'd forgotten that people insist on painting Cantona as a deep, troubled Romantic - all from that famous quote:
"When the seagulls... follow the trawler... it's because they think... sardines will be thrown... into the sea."
Which is about as cryptic as "too many cooks spoil the broth". He's no poet, but why should he be? Admire him for what he was good at: kicking balls, racists.
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Of Best, he (Eric Cantona) said: "I always felt his presence and the importance he had at United. But the past was not a burden. It carried us. It was a reference point, something we could lean on." And he added a final gem of gnomic wisdom. "The genius," he concluded, "is the one with the gift of lighting up a dark room."
This piece of Hallmark banality is described as "gnomic wisdom". I'd forgotten that people insist on painting Cantona as a deep, troubled Romantic - all from that famous quote:
"When the seagulls... follow the trawler... it's because they think... sardines will be thrown... into the sea."
Which is about as cryptic as "too many cooks spoil the broth". He's no poet, but why should he be? Admire him for what he was good at: kicking balls, racists.
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