An excerpt from the Society of S by Susan Hubbard (which has been excellent so far. I’m about halfway through it. Here’s an interview with Susan). This is the inscription on a tombstone in a Savannah, GA cemetery, of a man whose ghost still roams the night:
This humble stone
records the filial piety
fraternal affection and manly virtues
of
James Wilde, Esquire,
late District Paymaster in the army of the U.S.
He fell in a Duel on the 16th of January, 1815,
by the hand of a man
who, a short time ago, would have been
friendless but for him;
and expired instantly in his 22d year:
dying, as he had lived:
with unshaken courage & unblemished reputation.
By his untimely death the prop of a Mother’s
age is broken:
The hope and consolation of Sisters is destroyed,
the pride of Brothers humbled in the dust
and a whole Family, happy until then,
overwhelmed with affliction.
The only thing I haven’t liked about the book so far is the tagline: “If you ever want to hide from the world, live in a small city, where everyone seems anonymous.” In my mind, just the opposite is true. I live in a small town and it’s very difficult to be anonymous here. Even the reclusive people are discussed at length, at times. There’s no escaping gossip in a small city, but in a large city, well, I would imagine that’s where it would really be easy to become anonymous. Just my thoughts.
If you liked that post, then try these...
The Sagan Diaries on November 15th, 2007
Modern-Day Mythica, Chapter One: Gregg on March 24th, 2008
Book Meme on June 25th, 2008
New to my library on March 26th, 2007
Parsleying Out Sage Wisdom, One Pinch at a Thyme on March 21st, 2007


