Apropos yesterday's all too brief thoughts on not being desirous of a substantial readership, today I spent a couple of minutes contemplating the strange idea of fame and people's seeming desire for it. How strange! The thought of one's folly being apparent to one and all!
Messers Bowie & Lennon put it nicely: Fame, puts you there where things are hollow. And, of course, they knew more than a thing or two of what they were talking about.