As I was leaving the flat the other day, I discovered that the book I was reading was to big for the smallish handbag I had planned to wear. In circumstances like this one have to possibilities; bigger handbag or smaller book. I usually go for the bigger handbag - I always carry big handbags. On this occasion, however, I decided to spend the last minute before running for the metro, browsing my bookshelves for a suitable book. My eyes fell on a thin, small light blue spine next to my big yellow The Complete Winnie-the-Pooh: another book by A. A. Milne grabbed at a flee market at a time I cannot remember; Not That It Matters.
Not That It Matters is a superb collection of essays first published in 1919 (mine is a fourth edition from 1924). Milne covers a variety of topics - I still have a few to go - but all the essays have a lightness and easiness which make them an enjoyable read. The essays are short and have interesting perspectives on small things in life.
The first essay "The pleasure of writing" is rambling thought on the pleasure of writing with a new nib. But the rambling still has a thread linking it all together. A perfect blog post has the same quality; a new look written down in rambling thoughts, but still with a punch line or a plot.