A change of atmosphere. Maja now sits at Alex’s desk “for training purposes,” though I detect a whiff of Eleanor’s interference. She avoids my gaze but that, I think, is a symptom of denial. These things happen when passion is inconvenient. I’ve begun drafting “Love and Other Marginal Notes: A Memoir from the Publishing Floor.” Working title. I spent the afternoon revising our intern induction materials, inserting a new paragraph on “Cross-Cultural Communication in a Creative Environment.” Eleanor deleted it. Petty. I’m listening to Cilla Black on the office radiogram for some reason. It occurs to me that she was very underrated as a chanteuse. Alex keeps on switching her off though which is very inconsiderate of him.
The Courting Lives of an Ageing Tennis Player
“Tennis belongs to the individualistic past – a hero, or at most a pair of friends or lovers, against the world.” (Jacques Barzun)
