Life, we learn too late, is in the living, the tissue of every day and hour.
Stephen LeacockRead
Hockey captures the essence of Canadian experience in the New World. In a land so inescapably and inhospitably cold, hockey is the chance of life, and an affirmation that despite the deathly chill of winter we are alive.
Interpretation
Hockey symbolizes the resilience and spirit of Canadians in a harsh environment.
In this quote, Stephen Leacock expresses how hockey embodies the Canadian experience and serves as a vital expression of life and vitality amid the severe cold of winter. Hockey is not just a sport; it is a form of affirmation that Canadians, facing the challenges of their environment, find joy and a sense of community, bringing warmth and life to the icy landscape around them.
In practice
During a speech at a community hockey event, highlighting how the sport brings people together.
Life, we learn too late, is in the living, the tissue of every day and hour.
Life has to be everything. It can't be all sad. It can't be all peaches and cream. Because the lows have you appreciate the highs. And the highs give you perspective on the lows. If it's not everything, it becomes flat or mundane.
I mourn my old life here. We barely scraped by, but I knew where I fit in, I knew what my place was in the tightly interwoven fabric that was our life. I wish I could go back to it because, in retrospect, it seems so secure compared to now, when I am so rich and famous and so hated by the authorities in the capitol.
A poet might die at twenty-one, a revolutionary or a rock star at twenty four. But after that you assume everything’s going to be all right. you’ve made it past Dead Man’s Curve and you’re out of the tunnel, cruising straight for your destination down a six lane highway whether you want it or not.
Life is like a very short visit to a toyshop between birth and death.
Life without commitment is not worth living.
I think of bad news as a huge bird, with the wings of a crow and the face of my Grade Four school teacher, sparse bun, rancid teeth, wrinkly frown, pursed mouth and all, sailing around the world under cover of darkness pleased to be the bearer of ill tidings, carrying a basket of rotten eggs, and knowing- as the sun comes up- exactly where to drop them. On me, for one.
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