Friday, January 14, 2005
Here's to progress!
Happy birthday, Peacebang, who writes about turning 39 today:
[A] century ago, I would have been dead in childbed by now. Or from the influenza or stepping on a rusty nail. Or from drowning, as Margaret Fuller did in her late 30's in full sight of shrieking observers on shore, her skirts billowing around her as she went down in a shipwreck off Fire Island. Her dear friend Henry Thoreau died in his early 40's of an ailment that a round of antibiotics would have taken care of in a jiffy, if he'd had access to them. Our lives today are so much longer. Are they good-er? (I don't mean better, which is an entirely individualistic measure of quality. I mean more good. Interpret as you will).
On that note, friends, have a good weekend. Peacebang: You are the wickedest new blog in the Interdependent Web.
Copyright © 2005 by Philocrites | Posted 14 January 2005 at 5:33 PM