Aug 28, 2017 · 1 min read
The Tragedy Of The Commons
A friend of mine lost his marble when he was five years old.
That’s genuinely sad enough to make me want to burst into tears.
I mean … it’s not that I’m at all surprised, but … well … you know … it’s bad enough when people lose their marbles, but the fact that he only had one in the first place is heart-rending.
“He’s lost his marble” has such a Little Match Girl quality to it.
It’s like his family were too poor even to afford to go mad properly.
“When C.J. were a lad, ’is family ’ad to mek do wi’ ’and-me-downs. ’E were twelve year’ old afore ’e got his cousin’s Tourette’s and it were all wore down wi’ bits missin’ off of it — ’e could barely shout ‘’unt’ or ‘’uck’.”
