Some Quotes From Life Of Pi
I'm done with Life Of Pi by Yann Martel; wonderful story, enchanting storyteller.
I may be taking these quotes from the novel out of context, but they are applicable to our situation here in the RP:
There is this paragraph on why people move:
People move because of the wear and tear of anxiety. Because of the gnawing feeling that no matter how hard they work their efforts will yield nothing, that what they build up in one year will be torn down in one day by others. Because of the impression that the future is blocked up, that they might do all right but not their children. Because of the feeling that nothing will change, that happiness and prosperity are possible only somewhere else.
And there is this quote near the end of the Author's Note:
If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams.
Chapter 78 (page 271 in my paperback) is enrapturing. It's the chapter that begins:
There were many skies. The sky was invaded by great white clouds, flat on the bottom but round and billowy on top. The sky was completely cloudless, of a blue quite shattering to the senses. The sky was a heavy, suffocating blanket of grey cloud, but without promise of rain. The sky was thinly overcast. The sky was dappled with small, white, fleecy clouds. The sky was streaked with high, thin clouds that looked like a cotton ball stretched apart. The sky was a featureless milky haze...
The author goes on, drawing you in to what being stranded in a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean is like. You have to read the full chapter to appreciate it; better yet, go read the whole novel. I waited years before getting to Life Of Pi because of my large backlog of unread books. It's a good thing I didn't know what I was missing.
I may be taking these quotes from the novel out of context, but they are applicable to our situation here in the RP:
There is this paragraph on why people move:
People move because of the wear and tear of anxiety. Because of the gnawing feeling that no matter how hard they work their efforts will yield nothing, that what they build up in one year will be torn down in one day by others. Because of the impression that the future is blocked up, that they might do all right but not their children. Because of the feeling that nothing will change, that happiness and prosperity are possible only somewhere else.
And there is this quote near the end of the Author's Note:
If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams.
Chapter 78 (page 271 in my paperback) is enrapturing. It's the chapter that begins:
There were many skies. The sky was invaded by great white clouds, flat on the bottom but round and billowy on top. The sky was completely cloudless, of a blue quite shattering to the senses. The sky was a heavy, suffocating blanket of grey cloud, but without promise of rain. The sky was thinly overcast. The sky was dappled with small, white, fleecy clouds. The sky was streaked with high, thin clouds that looked like a cotton ball stretched apart. The sky was a featureless milky haze...
The author goes on, drawing you in to what being stranded in a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean is like. You have to read the full chapter to appreciate it; better yet, go read the whole novel. I waited years before getting to Life Of Pi because of my large backlog of unread books. It's a good thing I didn't know what I was missing.
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