Saturday, April 08, 2006


From The Skin of Our Teeth by Thornton Wilder (Act Three).

"... Sometimes out there in the war --- standing all night on a hill --- I'd try and remember some of the words in these books. Parts of them and phrases would come back to me. And after a while I gave names to the hours of the night ... Nine o'clock I called Spinoza:


"After experience had taught me that the common occurences of daily life are vain and futile; and I saw that all the objects of my desire and fear were in themselves nothing good nor bad save insofar as the mind was affected by them; I at length determined to search out whether there was something truly good and communicable to man."

Wilder wrote that play in 1942. I believe there is something good and communicable.

As W. H. Auden wrote, "We must love one another or die." Cain seems to be winning.


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