Existential Saturday or “After awhile you could get used to anything”*

It’s another dark, wet Saturday and my exciting weekend plans involve grading exams and puttering around the house. I might even finish Kristin Lavransdatter (it’s about time!). But today I feel fatigued in the James Jones sense:

“There is, in the Army, a little known but very important activity appropriately called Fatigue. Fatigue, in the Army, is the very necessary cleaning and repairing of the aftermath of living. Any man who has ever owned a gun has known Fatigue, when, after fifteen minutes in the woods and perhaps three shots at an elusive squirrel, he has gone home to spend three-quarters of an hour cleaning up his piece so that it will be ready next time he goes to the woods. Any woman who has ever cooked a luscious meal and ladled it out in plates upon the table has known Fatigue, when, after the glorious meal is eaten, she repairs to the kitchen to wash the congealed gravy from the plates and the slick grease from the cooking pots so they will be ready to be used this evening, dirtied, and so washed again. It is the knowledge of the unendingness and of the repetitious uselessness, the do it up so it can be done again, that makes Fatigue fatigue.”

Or maybe even a little like Camus’ Sisyphus: “Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him?” No kidding. Grading exams is the essence of existential absurdity and knowing that everyone else has to do comparable mind-numbing tasks does not make it easier. It makes me want to take a nap.

Eve has the right idea. Photo courtesy of TM.

Clearly, I need to remind myself that life is a struggle; we labor, usually without reward.

Eve as Tantalus courtesy of TM.

One must imagine Sisyphus happy, right?

*Albert Camus, The Stranger