First, this blog replaces my previous blog, thecosmoplitanlawyerblogspot.com . Second, unlike that earlier blog, the present one is primarily meant as a record of my readings. It is not meant to suggest that others will be or should be interested in what I read. And third, in a sense, it is a public diary of one who is an alien in his own American culture. A person who feels at home just about anywhere, except in his birthplace . . . America.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
"ONLY THAT A MAN CAN STAND UP."
Esther Forbes, Johnny Tremain, illustrated by Michael McCurdy (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1943, 1978) ("James Otis was on his feet, his head close against the rafters that cut down into the attic, making it the shape of a tent. Otis put out his arms. 'It is all so much simpler than you think,' he said. He lifted his hands and pushed against the rafters.' We give all we have, lives, property, safety, skills . . . we fight, we die, for a simple thing. Only that a man can stand up.'" Id. at 206.).