The Five

I am working on a grand essay, so grand that it requires overhauling editorial changes, such that I won't be able to post it tonight. I might post it later in the week. For now you get a nice little piece, from when I could still write things that didn't make sense (but oh how nice it is!):

(Quoted verbatim from entry written 21 December 2004)

You might remember The Mighty Handful, otherwise known as The Five, as the group of five pioneers who gathered frequently to discuss the future of Russian music.

Wouldn't that just be a fabulous opportunity?

I and four other great philosophers of the time would meet regularly at one of our houses. It would always be the same house. The host would be cordial and cheerful and of course the most mature in the group. He would have good ideas to add but wouldn't be the most diligent worker or the most eccentric.

We would discuss important matters of our day and pioneer the new philosophy and pave the way for others to follow. We would take young philosophers under our wing and teach them the true ways. We of course would exclude the popular mainstream philosophers, the new Tchaikovskys.

We would get together the occasional Saturday at 11 in the morning. That way everybody would be there by 11:30 and we could get a good hour in before lunch. There would be a round table with seating for five, but one would sit on the couch nearby just to be speical. After lunch we would discuss philosophy for another hour or so, but then people would get tired. Two of us would make out on the couch and then go upstairs and have hot sex, while a third played casually but eloquently on the harpsichord. The other two, being the most genuine would still be discussing philosophy at the round table.

At 4 it would be getting late and most of the real work would get done. We would all conclude on a final point or two, and maybe somebody would write a piece of literature on it. But that wouldn't matter, since everything was just a façade for those two hours in the afternoon that in the end never happened.