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Samuel McCord here --
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“Man is not what he thinks he is,
he is what he hides.”
Portrait by Benjamin D. Maxham
Take Henry David Thoreau.
I read his Walden at least once every year, but he could not stand up to his mistakes.
At the age of 26, he accidentally set fire to 300 acres of the Concord woods on this day in 1844.
Thoreau had taken a few days off from the family pencil-making business, and set out down the Sudbury River with a friend.
A spark from their first fire, a noonday fish-fry — this courtesy of a borrowed match, as they had forgotten to pack their own — ignited the dry shoreline grass.
When stomping and whacking the flames didn’t work, the friend went for help and Thoreau,
after a little more futile effort, climbed a nearby cliff to observe the scene while he waited for the firefighters.
What did he write of it?
"I said to myself:
'Who are these men who are said to be the owners of these woods, and how am I related to them? I have set fire to the forest, but I have done no wrong therein, and now it is as if the lightning had done it.'
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Reminds me of what President Reagan wrote:
“Politics is not a bad profession.
If you succeed there are many rewards, if you disgrace yourself you can always write a book.”
And speaking of books --
Memorial for Margot and Anne Frank at the former Bergen-Belsen site,
along with floral and pictorial tributes
On this day, a Wednesday it was, in 1952,
the diary of Anne Frank, a Jewish victim of the Holocaust was published in English titled "The Diary of a Young Girl".
Her diary, later entitled "The Diary of Anne Frank", became one of the most popular books in the world and is included in most schools as recommended reading.
Anne Frank died of typhus just before her 16th birthday in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp in 1945.
Recognizing that the war was ending, Hitler had retreated to his Fuhrerbunker several months previously. He and his new wife, Eva Braun, whom he had married the day before,
committed suicide on this day in 1945 by swallowing a cyanide capsule and shooting themselves in the head.
My faith in the Great Mystery was wounded by what I found in those death camps.
It took Victor Standish entering my life again to heal it.
And on the topic of books, Anne Dillard was born on this day in 1945.
Her wry perspective on life and writing is reflected in this quote from her LIVING BY FICTION:
"You know how a puppy, when you point off in one direction for him, looks at your hand.
It is hard to train him not to.
The modernist arts in this century have gone to a great deal of trouble to untrain us readers, to force us to look at the hand.
Contemporary modernist fine prose says, Look at my hand. Plain prose says, Look over there."
200,000 people attended New York World’s Fair, official opening, featuring futuristic technologies such as FM radio, television, and fluorescent lighting.
On this day in 1940,
Jimmy Dorsey and his band recorded the song "Contrasts." Along with his brother Tommy, the Dorsey Brothers eventually became an unmatched rival during the big band and swing era.
Roger Zelazny, ghost here.
You scoff. Be my guest ...
it makes it so much easier for us.
There is more to reality than you are capable of comprehending ...
after all, you are but flesh.
Oh, you are wondering who Roger Zelazny is.
Don’t be embarrassed. In life I wondered much the same thing.
Once the name, Roger Zelazny, drew crowds.
I made somewhat of a splash in Science Fiction in the sixties,
endured and evolved in the seventies and eighties.
I went the way of all flesh mid-way through the nineties in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
And Roland mourned me as a distant older brother gone over the crest of the hill before him, leaving him cold and alone.
Oh, and I inspired him to take up the pen and follow my steps into weaving tales in the genre I call Science Fantasy.
And Roland mourned me as a distant older brother gone over the crest of the hill before him, leaving him cold and alone.
Oh, and I inspired him to take up the pen and follow my steps into weaving tales in the genre I call Science Fantasy.
Once again, your opening quote is something to think about all day and beyond. Hard to believe it's the last day. Congrats for keeping up with this, Roland, and for all the research and thought you put into your posts.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for the kind words, Karen. There are days I feel as if I am playing to an empty house! :-)
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