You see, darling," Fox says... «You Can't Go Home Again»
innashpitzberg14 июля 2012You see, darling," Fox says gently, his face cocked sideways, his good ear pointing towards the girl, his language simple as a shoe, his face keen, shrewd, thoughtful, and absorbed, and radiant as a blade of light, as it always is when interest and reflection hold the wise serpent of his brain--"you see, darling, schools are all right, really--but the Thing they do is different from the Thing that Keats and Whitman and Mark Twain do...People like that really have no place in schools. A--a school," Fox whispers, "is an academic kind of place, you see--and the people that you find in schools are academic people--and these other kind of people--the poets," whispers Fox, "are not academic people--they're--they're really against what the academic people do--they are people who--who discover things for themselves," Fox whispers, "who burst through and make another world--and the academic people cannot understand them--so that's why what the academic people say about them is--is not much good," Fox whispers. For a moment he is silent, then shakes his head and mutters in a low tone of profound regret: "It's a pity! Too bad you've got to hear about it first in schools--but--but just do the best you can with it--get what you can from it--and--and when those people"--whisper mixed with understanding, pity, and contempt--"have gone as far as they can go, just forget about the rest they tell you."
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