be still, my heart.

21 Apr

Let’s all just die a little bit together over this beautiful prose:

“In what better way could a little boy learn that the austerities of living are not incompatible with the courtesy and sweetness of life?  I never heard them over their juleps express a philosophy of life, and if I had it would have been incomprehensible to me, but a philosophy was implicit in all their thoughts and actions…
Perhaps it is all contained in a remark of Father’s when he was thinking aloud one night and I sat at his feet eavesdropping eagerly:
“I guess a man’s job is to make the world a better place to live in, so far as he is able — always remembering the results will be infinitesimal — and to attend to his own soul.
I’ve found in those words direction enough for any life.  Maybe they contain the steady simple wisdom of the South.”
Lanterns on the Levee, by William Alexander Percy.


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