The Last WordLive that you can look any man in the eye and tell him to go to hell. Resistance. Truth. Duty. Freedom. Are you suggesting that I, the president of Huxley College, go into a speakeasy without even giving me the address? It is the critical moment that shows the man. Get action, do things; be sane, don't fritter away your time; create, act, take a place wherever you are and be somebody: get action. It's just my greatest fear in life that it's been dull. And I think that that's the greatest sin a person can commit in the world—you can be great, you can be awful, but just don't bother being dull. I would advise you to go on living solely to enrage the people that you meet. It is the only pleasure that I have left. We have so much country that we have no country at all. New England is as is large a lump of earth as my heart can readily take in. When I hate some son of a bitch, I hate him until he's dead. So much only of life as I know by experience, so much of the wilderness have I vanquished and planted, or so far have I extended my being, my dominion. I do not see how any man can afford, for the sake of his nerves and his nap, to spare any action in which he can partake. The fun is in going after it. Man was never intended to become an oyster. I always go to Cape Cod to be revived, to know again the power of the sea and the master who rules over it and all of us. Work hard. Have fun. Grow up. As I look out over your eager faces I can readily understand why this college is flat on its back. Black care rarely sits behind a rider whose pace is fast enough. The primary obligation is to amuse yourself. Using the proverb frequented in their mouths who enter upon dangerous and bold attempts, "The die is cast," he took the river. I rejoice that I can call New England my country. Not every part of the Union is alike to me. My affections still flow in what you will deem their natural order,—toward Salem, Massachusetts, New England, the Union at large. In the personal Kennedy lexicon, no phrase is more damning that "He's a very common man," or "That's a very ordinary type." What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated. This isn't a prison boys; you have all your life to become lawyers, bankers, brokers—now is your time to walk on fire. Life for him was an adventure, perilous indeed, but men are not made for safe havens. The fullness of life is in the hazards of life. What's the point, if you're not going all out? |
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