Monday, January 30, 2012

A Moving Passage from Robert A. Heinlein

“Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist-a master-and that is what Auguste Rodin was-can look at an old woman, protray her exactly as she is...and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be...and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her matter what the merciless hours have done to her. Look at her, Ben. Growing old doesn't matter to you and me; we were never meant to be admired-but it does to them.” 
― Robert A. Heinlein

1 comment:

  1. I see myself as a flower. When I was in full bloom I once stood lovely amongst all of the other flowers in the vase, but now the flower is beginning to fade and I see the petals beginning to look a little frayed around the edges. The stem of the flower still stands strong but when you pull away the frayed petals, you can still see that I'm the same flower which folk once admired in the vase. I hope I remain in bloom for a while longer but when this flower begins to fade I'm hoping folk won't cast me aside. I would much rather be pressed inside the pages of a book where folk can admire me still. :)