Tool or trifle: The moral question of style
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published 14/07/2008
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You know not what hurt you do to learning that care not for words, but for matter, and so make a divorce betwixt the tongue and the heart. (Roger Ascham)
I am thirteen. Almost every afternoon I shove a book in my pocket, a hat on my head, and I wander out into the scurry-flurry of a Pennsylvania day. By the gardener's shed in the cemetery I listen to the wind whistle round perversely tuneful headstones. Later I wander through Nazirite fields whose grassy hair no razor ever touched. Eventually, I find my favorite little stream and stretch out on the cool moss. I pull the book from my pocket, open it, and begin to read aloud. Here is a music preserved, a music shared with the rest of literate humanity through time and over space, as beautiful as the here-and-gone recital of elements and animals but far more lasting.
I have discovered in days like this, throughout my life, what should not be a secret: prose has purposes beyond persuasion.
I am thirteen. Almost every afternoon I shove a book in my pocket, a hat on my head, and I wander out into the scurry-flurry of a Pennsylvania day. By the gardener's shed in the cemetery I listen to the wind whistle round perversely tuneful headstones. Later I wander through Nazirite fields whose grassy hair no razor ever touched. Eventually, I find my favorite little stream and stretch out on the cool moss. I pull the book from my pocket, open it, and begin to read aloud. Here is a music preserved, a music shared with the rest of literate humanity through time and over space, as beautiful as the here-and-gone recital of elements and animals but far more lasting.
I have discovered in days like this, throughout my life, what should not be a secret: prose has purposes beyond persuasion.
