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A Man Who Has Nothing In Particular To Recommend Him Discusses All Sorts of Subjects at Random as Though He Knew Everything

The Cure For The Black Dog (from 2006)

(Editor’s Note: First offered in 2006)
(Author’s Note: It hasn’t worked this year. It’s the March that never ends. And there is no editor)

Winston Churchill was a very great man. But far better, he was an interesting man. His life was so grand, and vast, and fraught with peril and adventure, and his wit was so engaging, and his intellect so profoundly capable and cultivated that he can stand almost endless scrutiny. And when you’re done reading all about him, you can read the books he wrote about everybody else.

He was funny, too. And like many men afflicted with humor, he got depressed from time to time. Not down in the mouth depressed, no; the kind of mental anguish that makes a man eye the kitchen knives while holding a tumbler of scotch. He called it his “Black Dog.” He knew it would present itself from time to time, and he would get past it by doing something else. Now, doing something else for him meant throwing himself into painting landscapes in the south of France, or building a brick cottage on his country estate, brick by brick with his own hands, or any one of a hundred interesting things that presented themselves to a person of his influence and capacity. And he’d refresh himself by tiring himself out, and get back to yanking on the levers of power in the British Empire.

The Black Dog haunts me too. It comes generally in the late winter. I range around the house, unable to sleep, dogged by some lingering catarrh, bored, and greedy for the sunshine that never seems to come back after Columbus Day. What sleep there is is death, not rest. And you remind yourself that there are others with real problems, and yours don’t compare. It doesn’t make you feel better, generally, but it keeps you from taking poison.

I was outside yesterday. It was clement. The breeze didn’t feel like a knife, or a fish to the face, the sky wasn’t crowded with scuds the shade of dishwater, and the sun began to warm to its task a bit and shooed the thermometer into the fifites. Woodpeckers banged their stupid happy heads against the trees behind the shed, an osprey kited over, silent, cruising the edge of the treeline for a rodent foolish enough to look both ways but not up. Oak leaves began to flutter down from the branches they had grimly hung on to all winter, rattling and writhing through the snows and winds, now gently set adrift by the birth of their replacements. I could smell things. Things that smelled faintly like life.

And then I heard it. The peepers. It’s such a pleasant little flourish they blow, indistinct, happy, variable. It’s such a part of the aural wallpaper after a while you don’t pick up on it right away. We’ve had people stay over our house who remarked in the morning that the peepers sounded like a jet engine outside the window — they were urban folk and preferred to be lulled to sleep by the quotidian sounds of the odd distant four alarm fire and the delivery truck — we barely noticed them.

Their little trill — the thrill of picking up on it for the first time — the ticking off in your mind of the first in the long litany of Nature’s To-Do-List: new mown grass; the crack of the ball on the Hillerich and Bradsby; the glory of fireflies in June; daylight at 9:00 at night; the languid drone of the cicada; rich warm breezes coming in the window as you enjoy the slumber of the sunburned and contented — it’s all there — if you’ll let your mind wander a bit to the end of the road the peepers are paving for you right now.

The Black Dog plays in the swamp, and is consumed.

5 Responses


    Please, please, please have your Vitamin D levels checked! You live in a part of the country where you don’t get enough sunshine. You work in a basement! Get the 25 OHD test from LabCorp – it is the most accurate. The Vitamin D council offers a mail order cheap test too. Get your levels up to 60 for optimal health and keep them there. Be sure to take Vitammin D3.

    Fish oil is also helpful for the brain to work properly. But I would bet your problem is low Vit. D levels.

  2. Great post. Riding through our neck of Virginia yesterday with the windows down…peeper song swelled, crashed, and fell at each creek crossing like breakers at the beach…..up a hill, down a hill, peepers! Up a hill….

  3. We have a few more weeks of definite gloom ahead here and then it is the usual lottery on wether we have a summer and spring….heavily weighted on the side of no show.

  4. The black dog lingers here, too, and I must be careful, because in Seattle there’s no telling when relief may come.

    Winnin’ them intarnets did some good, though!

  5. My first house after marriage was next to a railroad track. We got accustomed to this noise. We simply ignored it.

    Then we moved to the country and found we had to adjust all over again. Crickets kept us up at night and birds awakened us early in the morning. Noisy little critters, but so much more pleasant than a train.

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