Last of A Prisoner In Fairyland excerpts.
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ferineIt never really ends *softly smiles*.
(from page 339):
"For where one sees the surface only, another sees the potentialities below. To believe in these is to summon them into activity, just as to think the best of a person ever brings out that best. Are we not all potential splendors?"
"I got people together, where I could, and formed Thinkers' Guilds -- people, that is, who agreed to think beauty, love, and tolerance at given hours in the day, until the habit, once formed, would run through all their lives, and they should go about as centers of light, sweetening the world. Few have riches, fewer still have talent, but all can think. At least, one wouldthink so, wouldn't one?
For, you see, that was where I made my mistake. People would do anything in the world rather than think. They would work, give money, build schools and hospitals, make all manner of sacrifices -- only -- they would not think; because, they said, there was no visible result." She burst out laughing, and everyone else laughed too.
I won't give away the beauty of the book's climax, except to say no thing well-thought ever ends.
(from page 339):
"For where one sees the surface only, another sees the potentialities below. To believe in these is to summon them into activity, just as to think the best of a person ever brings out that best. Are we not all potential splendors?"
"I got people together, where I could, and formed Thinkers' Guilds -- people, that is, who agreed to think beauty, love, and tolerance at given hours in the day, until the habit, once formed, would run through all their lives, and they should go about as centers of light, sweetening the world. Few have riches, fewer still have talent, but all can think. At least, one would
For, you see, that was where I made my mistake. People would do anything in the world rather than think. They would work, give money, build schools and hospitals, make all manner of sacrifices -- only -- they would not think; because, they said, there was no visible result." She burst out laughing, and everyone else laughed too.
I won't give away the beauty of the book's climax, except to say no thing well-thought ever ends.
