Thursday, 7 August 2003

Tax, voting, Milton.

Listening to:

The Beatles' “White album”.

Wrong kind of sunshine nobbles British trains.

I’ve sounded off to almost everyone I know in person about this, so now I’ll bore you with it too: in the UK I could vote in national elections because I was a citizen of a Commonwealth country. In Australia, I can’t vote in the elections. In the UK, filling out a tax form was optional for people who didn’t have anything too exotic in their circumstances. (Tax was deducted automatically from salary and interest payments.) In Australia, I must fill out a horrendously complicated tax form. Feh.

The quote in Tuesday's entry is from Milton’s Areopagita. It continues:

I know they [books] are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous Dragons teeth; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet on the other hand unlesse warinesse be us'd, as good almost kill a Man as kill a good Book; who kills a Man kills a reasonable creature, Gods Image; but hee who destroyes a good Booke, kills reason it selfe, kills the Image of God, as it were in the eye. Many a man lives a burden to the Earth; but a good Booke is the pretious life-blood of a master spirit, imbalm'd and treasur'd up on purpose to a life beyond life.