Oh, The Irony
This week’s challenge explores one of the oldest — and trickiest — literary devices.
She said she loved Wales. I said, I do too!
Mary was my mother’s good friend from childhood and I sometimes drove my mother over to her house for them to visit. Neither of them ever drove a car, and now that they were older, even the public transportation just a few steps from their front doors, could be daunting to them.
So I would come by and sit while they talked. I learned:
- Old women acquire a license to say anything they want, no matter how outrageous.
- If you don’t rinse the coffee cups inside and out, you drink coffee that tastes like soap.
- No amount of dusting will keep 7,000 knickknacks placed about a house dust free.
Yet I got excited about my shared interest with Mary. Whales.
Whales represent America, American literature, natural beauty, grace mixed with strength; mostly due to an influential class on Melville I took in school.
Now Mary kept talking about her passion, I kept talking about mine. A few times she looked at me quizzically. And a few times I thought her comments about whales were odd.
Finally she pulled out a large coffee table book off her coffee table and showed it to me. The title was “England and Wales.” A castle graced the gorgeous book cover.
This was the most ironic conversation of my life. I tried to take another sip of the coffee.