More and more, I think that daily life can’t contain that much irony. Behind the ironic posture there must be a collateral morality, a knowledge that being rude is in fact not right, and a respect for genuine difference. That or the ‘free play’ of concentric idiocy.
Yet the plague spreads, and you can fall between the two spheres very easily. I know someone who got the Chinese characters spelling ‘Dim Sum’ tattooed upon one of his ankles. It really was his favourite food, apparently. However, the needle they used to punch the ink into the dermal tissue had not been correctly sterilised. He contracted a bacterial infection which led to blood poisoning. The doctors had to amputate his foot.
Blessed are those who do not walk in step with the wicked or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers