I’m pretty convinced that in some distant corner of the cosmos “m’bööh” is considered to be the expression of uttermost inclination, tenderness, affection; the coded sound for an otherwise inexpressible feeling of warmth, free-from-fear intimacy, unio mystica, perhaps.
Round here it’s among other things an expression of disbelief : Is it really just one week since I started to work again ? Is this thing called “real life” just a farce ?
Who has the prerogative of interpretation re “real life” ? Es gibt kein richtiges Leben im falschen (Ger.) – says Herr ADORNO, and one can assume that he could know. On the other hand ADORNO was not necessarily a nice man. Like CANETTI, who, according to sources of the emigration-time, was a downright nasty character.
Days blurred by, filled with – what ?