February 28, 2004

  • Well, my descent into Oblivion was interrupted by a domestic emergency.  The bathroom toilet's Fluidmaster fill valve snapped off with an ensuing flood of the floor, and this turn of events required me to terminate toilet service immediately and rush to the local hardware store to buy a fill replacement unit.


    Actually, the sight of the water gushing unmoderated out of the broken fill valve and beyond the rim of the toilet's tank brought to mind another passage from Samuel Taylor Coleridge's Kubla Khan poem sited two posts below.  Here's the relevant imagery:


    And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
    As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
    A mighty fountain momently was forced :
    Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
    Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
    Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail :
    And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
    It flung up momently the sacred river    .


    Sacred river indeed.   No doubt that's why a toilet is often referred to as 'the throne'.


    Okay.  I'm getting my head out of the chasm (toilet tank) and heading out to soak up some sun on the run. 

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