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Interesting Passages III…

September 22nd, 2008 · 1 Comment

From Ray Bradbury‘s Something Wicked This Way Comes:

“But no man’s a hero to himself.” Part of a response by Charles Halloway to his son Will, who asked: “Are you a good person?” I thought this was an amazingly humble thing for a father to say to his progeny. Charles states that he tries to be a good person, especially to his wife and to Will, but implies that though he tries to be a good person, there are things that only Charles Halloway knows about Charles Halloway.

“Sometimes the man who looks happiest in town, with the biggest smile, is the one carrying the biggest load of sin. There are smiles and smiles; learn to tell the dark variety from the light. The seal-barker, the laugh-shouter, half the time he’s covering up. He’s had his fun and he’s guilty. And men do love sin. [Oh] how they love it, never doubt, in all shapes, sizes, colors, and smells. Times come when troughs, not tables, suit our appetites. Hear a man too loudly praising others, and look to wonder if he didn’t just get up from the sty. On the other hand, that unhappy, pale, put-upon man walking by, who looks all guilt and sin, why often that’s your good man with a capital G. For being good is a fearful occupation; men strain at it and sometimes break in two. I’ve known a few. You work twice as hard to be a farmer as to be his hog. I suppose it’s thinking about trying to be good makes the crack run up the wall one night. A man with high standards, too, the least hair falls on him sometimes wilts his spine. He can’t let himself alone, won’t lift himself off the hook if he falls just a breath from grace.” Being good doesn’t always mean being happy.

“Why love the woman who is your wife? Her nose breaths the air of a world that I know; therefore, I love that nose. Her ears hear music I might sing half the night through; therefore I love her ears. Her eyes delight in season of the land; and so I love those eyes. Her tongue knows quince, peach, chokeberry, mint and lime; I love to hear it speaking. Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain. Billions of prickling textures. Cut one sense away, cut part of life away. Cut two senses; life halves itself on the instant. We love what we know, we love what we are. Common cause…of mouth, eye, ear, tongue, hand, flesh, heart, and soul.” Couldn’t have put it better with 100 creative writing classes under my belt.

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1 response so far ↓

  • 1 John // Sep 27, 2008 at 12:39 am

    Great blog….now back to the AVIATION topics….please. :-)

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