<div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;color:#000000">Finished CR.</div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;color:#000000"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;color:#000000">I made a go or two at finishing it, but had to wait awhile to do it.</div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;color:#000000"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;color:#000000">If you love this and Sweet Thursday, you are as romantic a person as I am. If the topic was classical music, I'd share what I simply cannot play anymore because I just choke up and can't go on. CR will have to go in that category. I don't think I can read it anymore. Maybe when I Iose my mind and forget it. </div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;color:#000000"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;color:#000000">Thanks for sharing your thoughts.</div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;color:#000000"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:small;color:#000000">bill w</div></div><div class="gmail_extra"><br><div class="gmail_quote">On Wed, May 2, 2018 at 2:27 PM, <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:spike@rainier66.com" target="_blank">spike@rainier66.com</a>></span> wrote:<br><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex"><div lang="EN-US" link="#0563C1" vlink="#954F72"><div class="m_-6145221691834824249WordSection1"><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>From:</b> extropy-chat <<a href="mailto:extropy-chat-bounces@lists.extropy.org" target="_blank">extropy-chat-bounces@lists.<wbr>extropy.org</a>> <b>On Behalf Of </b>William Flynn Wallace<br><b>Sent:</b> Wednesday, May 2, 2018 12:09 PM<br><b>To:</b> ExI chat list <<a href="mailto:extropy-chat@lists.extropy.org" target="_blank">extropy-chat@lists.extropy.<wbr>org</a>><br><b>Subject:</b> [ExI] quote of the day<u></u><u></u></p><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p><div><span class=""><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">From Steinbeck's Cannery Row:<u></u><u></u></span></p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black"><u></u> <u></u></span></p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">"It has always seemed strange to me," said Doc. "The things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second."<u></u><u></u></span></p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black"><u></u> <u></u></span></p></div></span><div><span class=""><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif;color:black">bill w (to Spike - see, I don't remember this at all)<u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p></span><p class="MsoNormal">Eh, Doc was Steinbeck’s real world friend: Ed Ricketts is a real guy. He was the hardest core of hard core leftists, really a communist, which is easy to be if one lived on Cannery Row in those days: it must have sometimes seemed that most of the populace were drunken useless drifters in need of everything, as Danny and his companions were. <u></u><u></u></p><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p><p class="MsoNormal">Doc’s cynicism on the condition of man was understandable. On Cannery Row, there were workers slaving in the cannery with every last ounce of strength, capitalists who owned the place and made most of the money, a motley mixture of writers and poets, the crowd of drunks, and him. Steinbeck uses Doc as a mouthpiece for his own political views, and is brilliant. Even if one disagrees with Doc, you come away liking him, particularly after how he was in Sweet Thursday.<span class="HOEnZb"><font color="#888888"><u></u><u></u></font></span></p><span class="HOEnZb"><font color="#888888"><p class="MsoNormal"><u></u> <u></u></p><p class="MsoNormal">spike<u></u><u></u></p></font></span></div></div></div></div><br>______________________________<wbr>_________________<br>
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