Great literature teaches us lessons. I've learned a few, and been reminded of many, from Ray Bradbury.
EVERY NIGHT-BLIND library window chattered with cold.
The man, the two boys, waited for the wind to pass away.
Then Will said: "Dad. You've always helped."
"Thanks, but it's not true." Charles Halloway examined one very empty hand. "I'm a fool. Always looking over your shoulder to see what's coming instead of right at you to see what's here. But then, for what salve it gives me, every man's a fool. Which means you got to pitch in all your life, bail out, board over, tie rope, patch plaster, pat cheeks, kiss brows, laugh, cry, make do, against the day you're the worst fool of all and shout 'Help!' Then all you need is one person's answer. I see it so clear, across the country tonight lie cities, towns, and mere jerkwater stops of fools. So the carnival steams by, shakes any tree: it rains jackasses. Separate jackasses, I should say, individuals with no one, they think, or no one actual, to answer their 'Help!' Unconnected fools, that's the harvest the carnival comes smiling after with its threshing machine."...
Jim was at the window now, looking out across the town to the far black tents and the calliope that played by the turning of the world in the night.
"Is it bad?" he asked.
"Bad?" cried Will angrily. "Bad! You ask that!?"
"Calmly," said Will's father. "A good question. Part of that show looks just great. But the old saying really applies: you can't get something for nothing. Fact is, from them, you get nothing for something. They make you empty promises, you stick out your neck and - wham!"
(From Chapter 39 of Something Wicked This Way Comes)
Amazing passage, isn't it? In a country where there is so much, you see so many men and women praying (and paying) for help to eat better, move with less effort, and feel with less pain. In our little diet-slash-fitness-slash-strength-and-conditioning circus, there are all types; the performers, the clowns, the pitchmen, the shills... And, the carnival is only too happy to prey on the desperate and naive.
Ray Bradbury, may you rest in peace. Thank you for all that you have given us.
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