I remember reading Hemingway and in ” For Whom The Bell Tolls” this bloke asks his er partner after an act of coitus, “Did thee feel the earth move?” I always thought this was very bloated male bollocks. By the way, they did the deed in a meadow. When he stood up the bloke said to his er partner,”Gracias.”
In a Tokyo hotel room this morning, as I scratched my stomach and contemplated getting up, the earth moved. The coat hangers rattled, things fell off my desk, the building swayed and undulated, I was on the 8th floor, and I thought Hemingway.
I went to a breakfast, all excited, with a Japanese colleague. She never mentioned the earthquake. When I, schoolboyishly, did, she said something like, “Well duh yeah.”
I like Tokyo