Not actually mine, of course.
* * * * *
I don't require you to fall in love
with my boy, but please help him.
If only one could stop him from brooding.
And on what? The things of the universe.
I don't believe in this world sorrow. Do you?
No, I don't. Not at all, Mr. Emerson.
Well, there you are.
Make my boy realize that,
at the side of the everlasting "why",
there is a "yes," and a "yes," and a "yes"!
* * * * *
For hours' worth of conversation you would think there would be more
to be said, and yet I find it all summed up quite nicely in the words of
Room With A View's Mr. Emerson. It's a truth, and a simple one---and
in it, the answers to that vast universe, the echoes of the silver chair, the
rush of stepping into nineteen.
Why?
Yes.
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