'The Green Fields of the Mind,' Bart Giamatti, 'The real activity was done with the radio'
- and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come,
- it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.
- You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then,
- just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops....
Of course, there are those who learn after the first few times. They grow out of sports. And there are others who were born with the wisdom to know that nothing lasts. These are the truly tough among us, the ones who can live without illusion. I am not that grown up or up-to-date. I am a simpler creature, tied to more primitive patterns and cycles. I need to think something lasts forever, and it might as well be that state of being that is a game; it might as well be that, in a green field, in the sun."
From "The Green Fields of the Mind," by A. Bartlett Giamatti Tweet Stumbleupon StumbleUpon