Still Life with Apples Paul Cézanne |
설거지를 하다가 어떤 생각 내지는 느낌이 계속 드는데 정확히 뭔지 몰라 그릇을 헹구는 것에 집중해버렸다. 그러다가 문득 지난 여름에 읽으면서 밑줄을 주욱 그었던 한 문단이 생각났다:
When a child first catches adults out - when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just - his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. And the child's world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing.
- John Steinbeck, East of Eden
무너진 세계에 대한 지속적인 예우. 정말 슬프고 민감한 작업이다. 더군다나 아무리 해도 영 익숙해지지 않는 작업이므로 특히 정신을 바짝 차려야 한다.
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