Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.
Robertson DaviesRead
This is the Great Theatre of Life. Admission is free, but the taxation is mortal. You come when you can, and leave when you must. The show is continuous. Goodnight.
Interpretation
Life is a performance where everyone participates and faces mortality as the ultimate cost.
Robertson Davies metaphorically compares life to a great theater, emphasizing that while anyone can join the experience for free, the inevitable end that comes with mortality serves as a profound tax. He conveys the idea that life is an ongoing show, marked by both participation and the reality of leaving it behind, inviting a reflective appreciation for the fleeting nature of existence.
In practice
In a speech at a graduation ceremony, to inspire students about the journey of life.
Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.
Pessimism is a very easy way out because it is a short view of life. If you look at what is happening around us today, you can't help but feel that life is a terrible complexity of problems. But if you look back a few thousand years, you realize that we have advanced fantastically. If you take a long view, I do not see how you can be pessimistic about the future of mankind.
This is one of the cruelties of the theatre of life; we all think of ourselves as stars and rarely recognize it when we are indeed mere supporting characters or even supernumeraries.
Everything matters. The Universe is approximately fifteen billion years old, and I swear that in all that time, nothing has ever happened that has not mattered, has not contributed in some way to the totality.
The egotist is all surface; underneath is a pulpy mess and a lot of self-doubt. But the egoist may be yielding and even deferential in things he doesn't consider important; in anything that touches his core he is remorseless.
The world is full of people whose notion of a satisfactory future is, in fact, a return to the idealized past.
Ethics is a code of values which guide our choices and actions and determine the purpose and course of our lives.
The light is the left hand of darkness.
Common experience is the gold reserve which confers an exchange value on the currency which words are; without this reserve of shared experiences, all our pronouncements are checks drawn on insufficient funds.
What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand. I felt like I had swallowed yeast, like whatever evil was festering inside me had doubled in size.
I'm almost like three people. There's me the, Dolly, the person. There's me, the star. And then there's me, the manager.
What you yourself hate, don't do to your neighbor. This is the whole law; the rest is commentary. Go and study.
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