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Up past my bedtime
Dec. 29th, 2009 10:46 pmStaying up late, listening to music, I end up reading and thinking and writing things and then deleting them. Probably thinking too much, trying to untangle myself and pulling the knots tighter. I guess there are some things that you can't think through - you just have to see how life goes.
Anyway, I found myself strangely touched by this, from paperpools:
"A bad year ends. A worse is coming.
One funny thing. When I wrote The Seventh Samurai, to give it its correct title, I imagined that a man might be driven to despair by all the ugliness he had seen and want to see some unprompted dazzling act of goodness. I think this may not have been right. What I find is that if you deal with bad people for long enough you treasure even trifling acts of courtesy. If I go to a café and order an espresso, I'm charmed, disarmed, speechless with gratitude if the waitress brings an espresso."
I am not driven to despair, on the whole, but the same time I understand what it is to be overcome with gratitude for the small and unexpected moments of kindness that friends and strangers sometimes bestow on us.
Anyway, I found myself strangely touched by this, from paperpools:
"A bad year ends. A worse is coming.
One funny thing. When I wrote The Seventh Samurai, to give it its correct title, I imagined that a man might be driven to despair by all the ugliness he had seen and want to see some unprompted dazzling act of goodness. I think this may not have been right. What I find is that if you deal with bad people for long enough you treasure even trifling acts of courtesy. If I go to a café and order an espresso, I'm charmed, disarmed, speechless with gratitude if the waitress brings an espresso."
I am not driven to despair, on the whole, but the same time I understand what it is to be overcome with gratitude for the small and unexpected moments of kindness that friends and strangers sometimes bestow on us.
