I am reading Hard Times, the chapter opens with this dialogue:
“Now, what I want is Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts; nothing else will ever be of any service to them.”
― Charles Dickens,
The “facts” talked about there are about not being “fanciful”. The opposite of the word, “Facts” is cleverly used as the word “Fancy”. The books shows the hard facets of life. Also, how people neurotically bogged down my facts forget to enjoy the human things.People who only find fun in numbers and problems.
But anyhow, the above dialogue hurts me. It hurts because that’s not the way I am, and yet, life hits me with “facts”. It hurts bad that I can’t be a child no more. There’s a chapter here “Murdering the Innocents” 😦
Anyhow, I am only halfway through the book. And well, prominently logical people mess with my sense of “reality”. Because I am a romanticist who sees beauty in smiling children and clouds and stuff.
Slight Spoiler Alert: Dickens is on my side by the way D:
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