Long enough have you dream’d contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light
and of every moment of your life.
Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore,
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again,
nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.
I am the teacher of athletes,
He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own
proves the width of my own,
He most honors my style
who learns under it to destroy the teacher.
Walt Whitman
THE MOST RECENT VISITOR to the house to accomplish full awakening was Paul. For the last two weeks he was here I didn’t speak to him at all. I only saw him occasionally as he went off for walks or while he sat on one of the garden benches amid the blowing snow. That doesn’t mean that’s all he did, that’s just all I know about. I don’t go down and hang out with the guests much and I’m sure that far more goes on in this house than I’ll ever know about. I would guess, however, that Paul wasn’t doing a lot of socializing during this period.
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