Morose Talent, Sad Intelligence

The air in the kitchen is morose.

Morose is not the same as sad. Sad is not the same as clinically depressed. Whether sadness is the same as un-clinically depressed, must wait for another day to be evaluated. We’re buying ourselves some time, which we desperately need, because there is a bus to be caught later this morning. The buses do run on time. There’s always a schedule. Even in sadness, morosity, and “stomachs tied in painful, tortured, barbaric knots”.

Very quickly,

Morose: adjective sullen and ill-tempered:”she was morose and silent when she got home.”

Sad: adjective feeling or showing sorrow; unhappy.”I was sad and subdued.”

The air in the kitchen was morose does not indicate the air in the kitchen was ill-tempered. I translate, or perhaps transpose, and substitute,

“She was morose and silent when she got home” to, “She [Adair, Adair’s mother, later, Margaret, and “finally?”, Ghislaine], was sullen and silent when she [Adair, Adair’s mother, later, Margaret, and “finally?”, Ghislaine] was home, sitting in her [Adair, Adair’s mother, later, Margaret, and “finally?”, Ghislaine], kitchen.”

Okay.

The air in the kitchen could have been other than morose.

What if it went this way,

Adair was pumped– she was going to NYC, to get banged.

Adair didn’t want no breakfast nor heavy farewell. She wanted to get on with it. She lusted for Michael Jordan, and if she was to take him on, and take him down, or take him down by going down on him, she’d need to do it on an empty stomach. There’d be plenty of time later for eating too much, including bon bons, and getting fat.

Q.E.D.