Sonia: Well, what can we do? We must go on living!
We shall go on living, Uncle Vanya. We shall live through a long, long succession of days and tedious evenings. We shall patiently suffer the trials that fate imposes on us; we shall work for others, now and in our old age, and we shall have no rest. When our time comes, we shall die submissively, and over there, beyond the grave, we shall say that we've suffered, that we've wept, that we've had a bitter life, and God shall take pity on us. And then, Uncle dear, we shall both begin to know a life that is bright and beautiful, and lovely. We shall rejoice and look back at these troubles of ours with tender feelings, with a smile-- and we shall have rest. I believe it, Uncle, I believe it fervently, passionately..........We shall have rest!
We shall rest! We shall hear the angels, we shall see all the heavens covered with stars like diamonds, we shall see all earthly evil, our sufferings swept away by the grace which will fill the whole world, and our life will become peaceful, gentle, and sweet as a caress. I believe it, I believe it.....
Poor, poor Uncle Vanya, you're crying. ...You've had no joy in your life, but wait, Uncle Vanya, wait....We shall rest....We shall rest!
We shall rest!
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If you are like me and feel that you have always been a blogger in heart and mind since long before the concept was invented, you will enjoy this post by Patrick Kurp of Anecdotal Evidence. Patrick quotes from an essay by Hazlitt.... "it is to be a silent spectator of the mighty scene of things, not an object of attention or curiosity in it; to take a thoughtful, anxious interest in what is passing in the world, but not feel the slightest inclination to make or meddle with it." Yes, indeed, he might have been talking about blogging, as Patrick says, a world where words matter -- "loop-holes of retreat". Patrick also quotes the English poet Roy Fisher, who told an interviewer, “I don’t mind being invisible if it gives me independence.”