:: Bring me the soothsayer ::

Friday, December 13, 2002

Yes, give me the hard concrete evidence that will validate my actions. Bring it to me.

What? There’s no such thing? I have to learn to appreciate the subtle nuances fate throws my way? Bollocks! Off with his head.

Eliminate the inconsistencies!

How about I say “serf, delineate right from wrong in all present and future actions, and lead me on a course that will result in nothing short of Xanadu”, and you say “yes sire”, and go about doing so?

What? Impossible you say? I refuse to believe it. Throw him in the iron maiden.

Posted by morland @ 01:25 PM

:: Comments ::

"The Hotel New Hampshire" page 259:

"I want to change , too," I said to Franny. "But Lilly-I don't know. Lilly is just Lilly."

"Everyone knows that," says Franny.

"Everyone except Lilly," I said.

"Precisely," Franny said. "So how are you going to change? You know something better than growing?"

"No. Not better," I said. I was just a realist in a family of dreamers, large and small. I knew I couldn't grow. I knew I would never really grow up; I knew my childhood would never leave me, and I would never be quite adult enough-quite responsible enough-for the world. The goddamn 'Welt,' as Frank would say. I couldn't change enough, and I knew it. All I could do was something that would have pleased my Mother.

Posted by: John Irving on December 18, 2002 11:12 AM

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