Epiphany

Although I didn't like Foulcault's Pendulum, one thing from it that stuck with me was a recollection that one character had. It was of a perfect moment when everything was as it should be, an instant when everything was right. It was powerfully described. Thinking about this, I remembered something similar in my life. At 16, I sat opposite a girl I knew. For about three quarters of an hour there was nothing that could have been better than to be near her while she wrote in an exercise book. She wasn't that interested in me, but it didn't matter. When I die, have me stuffed and mounted in a recreation of this moment. "Here, he was at his best" you can label it. The tabletop was pale blue.