In a post which I published a few hours ago, I stated my delight that the York Utopias blog would be up and running again. (I hesitate to add that the blog is only accessible with an invite, so it’s my own mental indulgence causing me to get excited here).
Whenever the topic of utopias is being discussed, it is necessary to crack open my copy of News From Nowhere, the novel from that greatest of men, William Morris. I tend to write down my favourite passages from books as I go along, but I may as well publish them here.
The novel makes your mind wander into dreaming about what the nature of your own ideal society would be, but a beautiful little passage near the start talks about that feeling when you suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, having subconsciously summoned yourself to take care of some important worrying which cannot be postponed to a more convenient time:
In this mood, he tumbled into bed, and fell asleep after his wont, in two minutes’ time; but (contrary to his wont) woke up again not long after in that curiously wide-awake condition which sometimes surprises even good sleepers; a condition under which we feel all our wits preternaturally sharpened while all the miserable muddles we have ever got into, all the disgraces and losses of our lives, will insist on thrusting themselves forward for the consideration of those sharpened wits.
Ever had that feeling? I have.