Monday, July 27, 2015

This is the end…or is it?

I was assigned Great Expectations in 8th grade and thought I'd read it then, or major parts of it at least. Now having finished "re-reading" it decades later, I have become quite certain that I didn't read any of it back then because I didn't recognize anything.
Whatever didn't make it into the Classics Illustrated comic back then, I didn't know about.  Do you suppose, in the pre-Internet days, eighth grade English teachers were familiar with the 64-page cartoon book rendition of Great Expectations and asked final exam question slightly outside of its exposition?
Dickens ties everything up so neatly, nothing and nobody wanders through its 500 pages for no purpose. The critics say this is his most pared down book!
Its ending was re-written before publication, his editor prevailing upon Dickens to alter the ending to provide for Pip's total redemption.  The brutally brief and cold discarded ending had Pip walking along in London, much later, when he was summoned by a servant to a nearby coach being driven by a lady of means, Estella.
"[T]he lady and I looked sadly enough on one another. 'I am greatly changed, I know, but I thought you would like to shake hands with Estella, too, Pip.'  … .  I was very glad afterwards to have had the interview, for in her face and in her voice, and in her touch, she gave me the assurance that suffering had been stronger than Miss Havisham's teaching, and had given her a heart to understand what my heart used to be."

Friday, July 24, 2015

Great Expectations--Monetary or Personal?

 I finally finished Great Expectations--Pip's great expectations have vanished, leaving him in debt but also forcing him to undergo redemption and turn from a fop into a man.  Perhaps the point of the book is that great expectations aren't monetary, as it's ruinous to expect to be made happy by money, but rather great expectations are personal, as associations are ultimately rewarding. 
In as great an incredible piece of literary license as you'll ever find in literature, Pip and the cold and heartless but beautiful Estella, her features and her implacable inhumanity softened and altered by time, sadness and hardship, meet on the grounds of the ruined Satis House more than a decade after the passing of its owner, the reclusive jilted-bride Miss Havisham, who raised Estella to be what she became.  This chance encounter occurs when each is on a lonely moonlight stroll, scheduled to depart forever on the morrow after a brief nostalgic sojourn to the place of their childhood.
"'Estella!'  'I am greatly changed.  I wonder you know me.'  The freshness of her beauty was indeed gone, but its indescribable majesty and its indescribable charm remained.  Those attractions in it I had seen before; what I had never seen before was the saddened, softened light of the once proud eyes; what I had never felt before was the friendly touch of the once insensible hand. 
"We sat down on a bench that was near, and I said, 'After so many years, it is strange that we should thus meet again, Estella, here where our first meeting was!  Do you often come back?'  'I have never been here since.'  'Nor I.'"

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Great Expectations

I'm reading Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. It sure is slow going but it sure is good reading. Some paragraphs are a page long! 

I can't believe I read it in seventh grade because I don't remember any of it; or rather, perhaps I read the Classics Illustrated comic book back then instead of the novel. I can't believe they assign this dense and complex, but rich and exquisitely well developed, book to seventh graders, who surely could never follow all the goings on in it. Perhaps they don't assign it anymore, assigning instead, what, a Harry Potter book? 

I have reached what I think is the moral of the book, when Miss Havisham, with her heart of stone, begs Pip to forgive her someday for having so cruelly misled him for so long about his true benefactor but even more importantly, for having turned her adopted daughter, the beautiful child Estella, Pip's longstanding unobtainable love, into a cold and heartless adult incapable of love. Pip replies, "Oh Miss Havisham, I can do it now. There have been sore mistakes; and my life has been a blind and thankless one; and I want forgiveness and direction far too much to be bitter with you."  

This reduces the stern old spinster, who never left her bridal party room when jilted at the altar decades earlier, into a weeping and prostrate supplicant whom Pip comforts.  The evolution of a boy-turned-fop into a freestanding, freethinking young man who--what?  I'll find out in the coming days and weeks as I crawl through the last eighty pages or so.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Happy Place

I been running, yeah.  I'm in a happy place currently with it, having logged over 100 miles last month.  (The Washington Monument is ever-present on the Mall, as seen from the veranda of the Lincoln Memorial.)


I run with friends usually.  Sometimes I run alone, but that's work and not as much fun.  (Interesting cloud cover over the Lincoln Memorial.)

I started off on my comeback to running four and a half years ago weighing in at a hair's breadth under 250 pounds.  Now I'm at a hair's breadth under 180 pounds.  (The National Museum of African American History and Culture (NMAAHC) is nearing completion on the Mall within the shadow of the Washington Monument.)

DC has a great running community.  It boasts lots of races, myriad resources, great running venues and decent weather.  (Last week a noontime running group cooled off after three and a half miles in the 90 degree heat with ice cream from the Jubilee Ice Cream Shoppe down by the waterfront near Nats Stadium.)

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Friend without the Are

Fifteen questions, spoken with a pause between each one and nary an answer in return, can be rattled off non-hurriedly in under a minute.  That was the case last fall when I had a chance public encounter with the mother of my three estranged sons, from whom I and the rest of my clan haven't heard a single word in over eight years.

I asked her five questions about each son.

Is he alive?
Is he well?
Is he married?
Does he have children?
Where does he live?

She met each question with stony silence, to match her heart.  I added a comment as I walked away, "That's information any parent would give the other."

There were several other persons present, including her current husband.  Happy birthday, Jim.

I'll bet anything that he knows the answers to those fifteen questions.  Somehow I don't think he's an independant actor though.

He was walking alongside of the mother of my children as the two of them, and five or six other people, were walking a German Shepherd when I asked her these basic questions about our children, so he obviously heard them too.  And his silence to an anguished father was as stony as hers.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Life Altering Event!

I received an I-Phone today at work, so as of 4 pm on April 2, 2015 my life was transformed!  I went around to all my friends at work staring at the implement assigned to me, an I-Phone 6 so no big deal apparently, telling them that my life had been transformed by receipt of this device and that I was practicing worshipping my palm (with this miraculous God-device cradled within my palm).

They stated to me that I was expressing annoyance at this fantastic occurrence in my life (an I-Phone!).  Perhaps I was exhibiting frustration already because i) I couldn't see at my age the screen without taking off my glasses and ii) my finger was apparently too fat to tap correctly on the virtual keyboard,

When I went home at the end of the workday I left it on  my work shelf, along with its box of parts and instructions.  I have no doubt it'll still be there the day I retire.

I hope they don't come before then, like the bully manager did a couple of years ago inquiring about this miracle device's predecessor, a work Blackberry, that an IT audit had disclosed had never been turned on.  I couldn't give that unasked for implement back to them then (no I didn't sell it on ebay, nor did I ever ask to receive it); this 'game changer' is an equally unwanted, strangling, work horse collar that I don't want to be a part of.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Palm Sunday

Yesterday was a full day.  I attended church and we conducted the early part of the service in the frigid cold outside before retiring inside after receiving a palm shoot, where we listened to readers reading a biblical passion passage in lieu of listening to a sermon.

Then I went home and disposed of a pile of Susan G. Komen Race For The Cure t-shirts I found on a shelf in my closet.  This outfit is merely a political anti-woman's choice campaign and not an actual charitable cause (I used to do a lot of these races before I discovered the organization's true purpose) so I slit the logo on each shirt, rendering it unwearable, and dropped the pile into the charity clothing bin nearby so the material can be sold by weight as mere rags.

After that I ran a virtual 5K race on the W&OD Trail behind my house, in simulation of a real race on the trail later that day that I was going to be absent for but which I had been running every year since my return to running in 2011, when I had sixty extra pounds to lose.  I ran the 3.1 miles hard and finished in 25:57, huffing and puffing in the biting morning air.

To cool down after the run I walked around the 'hood and saw to my chagrin that a neighbor's house is for sale, owned by a man in his late sixties who has lived in the house since the early seventies but can no longer afford the property tax in Falls Church of over $7,000 annually on his snug but small workman's home, in addition to storm water fees, an impervious surface fee, inspection fees and decal fees that amount to many hundreds more each year.  The Little City's war on seniors; I'll be following him out of town after I retire when I won't be able to afford on my diminished income the avaricious, always-growing local taxation.