Wednesday, May 25, 2011
the melancholy time of not knowing.
In a work quest to find quotes from Charlotte's Web, I stumbled upon wisdom from E.B. White which spoke to me in subtle profundity. You go E.B., you go.
One of the most time-consuming things is to have an enemy.
This is what youth must figure out:
Girls, love, and living.
The having, the not having,
The spending and giving,
And the melancholy time of not knowing.
This is what age must learn about:
The ABC of dying.
The going, yet not going,
The loving and leaving,
And the unbearable knowing and knowing
I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.
In every queen there's a touch of floozy.
Advice to young writers who want to get ahead without any annoying delays: don't write about Man, write about a man.
Be obscure clearly! Be wild of tongue in a way we can understand.
As a writing man, or secretary, I have always felt charged with the safekeeping of all unexpected items of worldly and unworldly enchantment, as though I might be held personally responsible if even a small one were to be lost.