The Story of Action: Many Beginnings but No End.

Late Yellows

Causally and logically linked in a sequence of unfolding, is a predetermined telos that offers the stability so many demand of history. Such an unfolding offered a trusted and reliable stability, but Isadora Wing in her individual life wanted a more liberating experience.

Arendt's contribution to stability was more like a ruptured, eventual, contingency driven by the unpredictable freedom of human beings. In Arendt's view the end of human history would be the disappearance of us people. In no way, shape or form is freedom stable.

Isadora Wing was the heroine mighty bored with Mr. Wing in Erica Jong's Fear of Flying. Mr. Wing was a Freudian. The boyfriend, called Adrian Goodlove, was bathed in the establishment of mid twentieth century British Psychoanalytical Society, his Mrs. Wing gave him an opportunity to both explore and engage in the Freudian stables of libido, repressed desire and transference. But Adrian had an interest in the insights of the Frenchman Jacques Lacan who was promoting the idea of desire, lust, boinking, and the ancillary details, as structures in a psyche maintained by language and narrative, a story. Desire, as tied to language rather than mechanics of baby making, easily slid into a desire for recognition. Mrs Wing was a neurotic and a Published Poet who taught creative stuff, it was hard work being an authentic voice in an inauthentic world dominated by well paid shrinks, one of them dastardly in his lack of professionalism.

Tempting to believe that Isadora would be as putty in the hands of an English fiend called Adrian. But no. He turned out needy, domineering, he'd taken the connection Jacques Lacan had made between physical desire in a psyche that was both shaped and structured by language as a desire for recognition by the other a little too literally. It made Adrian dull as nails. Isadora's passion to slide into  wordless and mindless exchanges of bodily fluids on a psychiatrist couch or anywhere else got lost to a clever translation and went unrequited.

History and freedom are messy