Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Brevity is the soul of wit


We’d had our lunch, and were winding down to nap time, when, as is my custom on these babysitting days, I drifted quietly into my workroom to read while Grandma got the kids ready. A few minutes later, our four-year-old grandson came in to announce that he was going to bed. Hugging me he said, “Oh? Are you reading a book?” When I said yes, he replied, “What book are you reading?” Showing him the spine, with all good gravity I said,
The Tragedies of William Shakespeare.” “Oh?” he said, smiling wide, “I love that book.”


11 comments:

Joseph Hutchison said...

Now that, my friend, are what grandkids are for. To sweeten the day....

William Michaelian said...

Absolutely. And you’ll be glad to know that he was just as delighted after his nap, when he found me reading Boswell’s Life of Johnson....

rahina q.h. said...

thank you for my morning smile.... funny that we start out in life so complete and knowledgeable and end up becoming dissected and crippled by our own analysis ;)

Aleks said...

:)


and can anyone tell me why in a bloggers name are those verification letters so unreadable ???what do those people who came up with it think to achieve with it?? More security?

I love your post anyway! :)

and than this ....
The characters you entered didn't match the word verification. Please try again.
Grrrrrr....grombl....

manik sharma said...

the little moments Will,
has brought me to call my grandma today..she is often the little one now..says she knows all about how computers works..."how hard could it be to work on one"...it isn't hard...it just doesn't have the heart of old...

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

read at this I feel me good

William Michaelian said...

“Funny,” yes, Rahina, in that tragic, pathetic, peculiar sense of the word, of which, if we don’t also see the humor therein, is just as tragically and humorously wasted on us.

Aleksandra, what amazes me is that, at this very moment, millions of people around the world are typing in word verifications. That in itself is a comment on these times. Thank you for battling through!

Your grandma is right, Manik. Of course, aren’t we all, in our own minds. But the rightness of the very young and very old is the rightest right of all.

Laura, the expression on that little boy’s face was beyond innocence — it was dreamy and magical.

Bitch said...

I can imagine your face at that moment!!!

William Michaelian said...

The other side of the coin.... And I wonder what he saw. Thank you, Monika!

erin said...

to experience your mindfulness is like stepping out into the breeze of today and really noticing the breeze of today. i hope you are well, william, but it sounds as though all this richness could never have you otherwise.

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

I’m quite well, Erin. Thank you. But as I hinted earlier, tragedy is always about. And that’s the comedy of it.