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something there is
that doesn’t love a wall
— Robert Frost —
I get sad whenever I see a new old wall. These walls make me very sad. They sit forgotten and unloved. Entirely unloved. Then I come and see them, and I love them. They are orphan walls. But whenever I get invited to inspect a new old one I get sad for an entire week at least. Sometimes a full month. I get sad they have been so unloved for so long, for hundreds of years.
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“Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not money, I am become as a sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.”
“And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not money, I am nothing.”
“And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not money, it profiteth me nothing.”
“Money suffereth long, and is kind; money envieth not; money vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.”
“…And now abideth faith, hope, money, these three; but the greatest of these is money.”
— I Corinthians xiii (adapted) —
Middleton Whittaker retweeted
“Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not money, I am become as a sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.”
“And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not money, I am nothing.”
“And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not money, it profiteth me nothing.”
“Money suffereth long, and is kind; money envieth not; money vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.”
“…And now abideth faith, hope, money, these three; but the greatest of these is money.”
— I Corinthians xiii (adapted) —
Middleton Whittaker retweeted
I’m halfway through a reread of George Orwell’s “Keep the Aspidistra Flying,” where the main character is a poet whose only apparent lucrative choice in life is to become a slogan-maker for some massive mind-fucking marketing engine.
The scoffing quality of his monologues as he resists this decision is laugh-out-loud hilarious, but [***spoiler alert***] he eventually caves in and sells his soul to become a corporate shill and thereby gets the girl.
It’s among the saddest endings in any book — sadder, perhaps, than 1984.
Anyway, this puts me in mind of it.
