My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Welcome the Guests
The king went to all that trouble (sending our servants, letting them be killed, sending troops, burning cities, sending more servants and all the while keeping the banquet warm) just so someone would come, and when they get there he starts throwing them out. Hardly the most intelligent of actions, unless the throwing is not part of the story. Unless the king has begun to slip perhaps the story should end when he goes in to see and welcome the guests.
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