Friday, September 30, 2011

Glaring, garish, rattling

Friday, September 30, 2011

Growing up brought responsibilities, he found. Events did not rhyme quite as he had thought. Nature's logic was too horrid for him to care for. That mercy towards one set of creatures was cruelty towards another sickened his sense of harmony. As you got older, and felt yourself to be at the centre of your time, and not at a point in its circumference, as you had felt when you were little, you were seized with a sort of shuddering, he perceived. All around you there seemed to be something glaring, garish, rattling, and the noises and glares hit upon the little cell called your life, and shook it, and warped it.

~ Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure, 1895


Anonymous said...

oh this is a nice thing to read for me today on my birthday. well growing up really brings a lot of realizations that are not all convenient but i guess we just have to live with them. it's the only thing we can do anyway.

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