May I say this to you? I think we may be watching a prelude to our nation's ultimate fate. Civilization follows the sun. We have scorched our way to the other end of the continent. No matter how much we took, no matter how many living things we killed, there was never enough. The molten ball descending into the Pacific has overtones that make me shudder.
"The past is never dead. It's not even past." Requiem for a Nun, William Faulkner
Tuesday, August 1, 2023
If it be now, 'tis not to come: if it be not to come, it will be now: if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.
I have no doubt I am standing on the edge of mortality. But for some reason I do not fear it. Perhaps the greatest loss in my life is not what I did but what I did not do. I hear a rumble of thunder in the distance, and I wonder if a great army has been sent to drive me from the Earth. I know better. War is a confession of failure, and its perpetrators are the merchants of death, not because they are killers but because they never had the courage to lead a decent life.
Friday, June 30, 2023
Try to Remember
Among my fondest memories of those years are our suppers together where she would tell me about the books she had read. I cannot quite remember how it first happened, but gradually we fell into somewhat of a ritual. After finishing a novel she liked she would retell it to me over dinner. Her memory was prodigious, and she had the sagacity of Miss Marble. No detail was small enough to escape her attention. The way she parsed every scrap of information would have put the most meticulous detective imaginative to shame. From the first course to the dessert she would narrate a whole book back to me, footnoted with conjectures and predictions. I must say I learned to enjoy those little mysteries. But only in her passionate rendition. It was so lovely to look at her, lit up, lost in her storytelling. She was so captivated by the plot and I was so captivated by her that the food on our plates would go cold. How we would laugh when we noticed! She always asked me to guess who the killer was, and it was never the butler or the secretary I offered up as prime suspects. This made us laugh even harder, while I pretended to reprimand her for having made our food cold.
Saturday, February 11, 2023
βπΌπ» πΌ πππ πΉππππππΎπΆ, Iβd like my family to hang this wish list up on the wall where I live. I want them to remember these things.
Thursday, January 19, 2023
"Thinking about his wife, Ludding can say to Addington, βI have not given her all of myself. But I have given all that I could. I can say that before the universe.β That remaining part of himself he has given to no one."