My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.
Dorothy ParkerRead
There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the irony of spending time on education only for it to be undermined by trivial distractions.
Dorothy Parker's quote highlights the futility of dedicating oneself to the pursuit of knowledge and literary appreciation, only to have those efforts rendered meaningless by the loss of something as simple as a pencil. It serves as a comedic reminder that life's small inconveniences can overshadow our grand ambitions and studies, emphasizing the unpredictability of existence.
In practice
During a graduation speech to highlight the challenges graduates may face after their studies.
My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.
Prince or commoner, tenor or bass, Painter or plumber or never-do-well, Do me a favor and shut your face - Poets alone should kiss and tell.
They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good. I see acquaintances and friends Accumulating dividends And making enviable names In science, art and parlor games. But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice, And though to good I never come Inseparable my nose and thumb.
It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
I canβt write five words but that I change seven.
For this my mother wrapped me warm,_x000D_ _x000D_ And called me home against the storm,_x000D_ _x000D_ And coaxed my infant nights to quiet,_x000D_ _x000D_ And gave me roughage in my diet,_x000D_ _x000D_ And tucked me in my bed at eight,_x000D_ _x000D_ And clipped my hair, and marked my weight,_x000D_ _x000D_ And watched me as I sat and stood:_x000D_ _x000D_ That I might grow to womanhood_x000D_ _x000D_ To hear a whistle and drop my wits_x000D_ _x000D_ And break my heart to clattering bits.
The wise man makes an island of himself that no flood can overwhelm.
If somebody takes the time, a: to read a book that I have written, and then to b: care about it enough to write me and ask questions, surely I owe them a response.
Whatever the Way, the master of strategy does not appear fast.
Human satisfaction must ultimately come from within oneself.
An overdose of praise is like 10 lumps of sugar in coffee; only a very few people can swallow it.
Think occasionally of the suffering of which you spare yourself the sight.
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