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Thursday, September 15, 2005

The crickets are singing...

The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer’s ending, a sad, monotonous song. “Summer is over and gone,” they sang. “Over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying.”

The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into fall – the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.

(from Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White, Chapter XV)

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  • I have to say, here when it is often 105 in the shade, I would be very glad to be able to hear anything saying that summer is fading. Of course, you can't hear crickets since the house is hermetically sealed with the air on. But even those of us who hate summer can understand the melancholy feeling of passing time.

    By Blogger Samantha, at 5:32 PM  

  • Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind! (J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, Book II, Chapter 8)

    That's a little out of context, perhaps. C. S. Lewis also wrote about sehnsucht. I don't have any handy quotes about that, but it sort of fits, too.

    Thanks for the reminder of Charlotte's Web!

    By Blogger Martin LaBar, at 9:17 AM  

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