Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Sale (pop 52,294) is a wonderful place, the beauty spot on the scarred face of Greater Manchester. It has the Sale Water Park and the Waterside Arts Centre. In Sale's many cafes and bars late at night you can hear discussions of Heidegger's dasein, earnest analyses of late Beethoven and passionate refutations of Wittgenstein's private language argument. During the day, actors move among the shoppers reciting Wallace Stevens and Shakespeare and there is a daily performance of Bach's B Minor Mass just outside Marks & Spencer. Children of five are required to learn the whole of Hamlet by heart. A local statute prevents Jeffrey Archer from ever entering Sale.
Of course, I've never been there but I have just switched over to Google Analytics for my site stats. This gives numbers of visitors from specific places and more people from Sale visit this site than from anywhere else except London and California. I have no idea why.
PS I have just discovered that, in Sale, the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 7:54 am