>> and from there you could look out over the trees to the railway and the new works at stake state. connie have stood and looked.

it was a breach in the pure seclusion of the would come in the world, but she didn't tell anyone. this place always makes clippard angry. he had been through the war, had seen what it meant but he didn't get angry until he saw this bear kill. he was having it replanted but it made him hate sir geoffrey. clifford set with a fixed face as the churchill erupted. he would not risk the long downslope. he sat looking at the greenish sweep o of the downward. akeley with his to crack any jokes. it swerved at the bottom of the hill and disappeared but it had such a lovely, easy curve of knights and ladies on palfrey's. let's see. okay, this is a little bit like ptsd i guess. this is connie looking at

clifford and seeing how severely wounded he really has been deep in his soul despite being mended after the war. clifford looked at connie with his pale slightly -- blue eyes and which a certain vagueness was coming. he seemed alert in the foreground but the background was 80s, smokiness. that he's seen to be creeping forward so when he stared at connie in this peculiar way, giving her his peculiar information chief of all the background of his mind filling up with missed with nothingness. it frightenefrightene frightened her. it made him seem impersonal. dimly she relies one of the great loss of the human soul when the emotional soul received a wounding shock which does not kill the body, the soul seems to recover, but this is only in appearance. it is really only the mechanism of the reason happened. slowly, slowly the wound of the cell begins to make itself felt

i could bruce which only slowly deepens its terrible ache so it fills all the psyche. when we think we've recovered and forgotten, it is then that the terrible aftereffects have to be encountered at the worst. so it was with clifford. once he was well, once he was back writing his stories and feeling sure of life, in spite of all he seemed to forget and have recovered all of his equanimity. i now as the years went by slowly, slowly, connie felt the bruce of fear and for coming up and spreading into. for a time it'd been so deep as to be numb as if it were nonexistent. now slowly it began to assert itself in the spread of fear almost paralysis. he was still alert but the paralysis, the bruce of the two great shock was gradually spreading in himself. as a spread, connie felt it spread in her come in and we drift, innateness, and

indifference to everything gradually spread in her soul. when clifford was aroused he could still talk brilliantly as win in the woods he talked about her having a child and giving an air. but the day after, all the brilliant words seemed like dead leaves crumpling up and turning to doctor. meaningfully nothing, blown away by the wind. they were not the words of an effective life, young with energy and belonging to the trees. there was a host of fallen leaves other like that is ineffectual. let's see here. want to read one of the short passage. connie is reflecting on life and the changes war has brought in her in england itself. connie went home, home, a one wm word to use for the great we reward. and it was a word that had had its day. it was somehow canceled. all the great words it seem to

connie were canceled for generation. love, joy, happiness, home, mother, father, husband. all these great dynamic words were half dead ones now and dying from day to day. home was a place you lived in. love was a thing you didn't fool yourself about. choi was a word you apply to a good charleston. happiness was a term of hypocrisy used to block other people. a father was an individual who enjoyed his own existence. a has been was a man you lived with and kept going in spirits. as for sex, the last of the great words, it was just a cocktail term for an excitement about you up for a while and then left you more reiki than ever, freight. it was as if the very material you are made of was cheap stuff and was fretting out to nothing. all that remained was a stubborn still of schism, and in that was a certain pleasure come in the very expense of the nothingness

of life, face after face. there was a certain satisfacti satisfaction. so that's that. always. this was the last utterance. home, love, marriage, so that's that. when one died for the last words, the last words would be so that's that. yes, "lady chatterley's lover," more than just sex and all. it's a good novel. [applause] >> think you, peter. i wonder if we could push up our schedule a little bit and have -- would you like to go next? >> sure. >> hello, everyone. so today, i'm going to read bits from the lorax. i was surprised to see that it was on the banned list. because i also read it to my

children. i brought my son and my daughter. the other thing, the other thing is that dr. seuss, of course, rights in rhyming scheme which for my prize i do also. not that i'm emulating dr. seuss, more from the pressures of michael when he wrote about -- when i first started and he said, this cryer writes in rhyming scheme. i thought great, now i have to do it for the rest of my career. [laughter] thank you, yes. how much are people reading? >> five to 10 minutes. you are going to be second to last. >> okay. spent i thought in honor -- it would be nice to have something like now. >> sure. at the far end of town with a group of grass grows and no

birds ever sing expecting old crows is a street of the listed lorax. and deep in the grass some people say, if you look deep enough, you can still see today where the lorax once stood just as long as he could before somebody lifted the lorax away. what was the lorax and why was it there? and why is elected and taken somewhere? and the far end of town where the critical grass grows, [inaudible] still lives here. ask him, he knows. [inaudible] >> because i'm reading. have a seat, bud. have a seat, buddy, okay? you won't see the once were, don't knock at his door. these days on top of his store. he looks -- under the roof where

he makes his own clothes out of. [inaudible] and don special, dank midnights in august he peeks out of the shutters and sometimes he speaks. and details how the lorax was lifted away. he'll tell you perhaps, if you're willing to pay. on the end of a rope, he lets down a tin pail, and you have to toss in 15 cents and a nail. >> and big worms? >> and the shell of the great, great, great grandfather snail. not a warm, stale, see? then he pulls up the pail, makes most careful count to see if you've paid him the proper amount. then he hides what you paid him a way, his secret strange whole. [inaudible] then he grunts, i will call you

by whisper my phone, for the secrets i tell our for your ears alone. slurp. down the whisper phone to your ear and the whispers are not very clear. sense to have to come down through a hose and it sounds as if he has small bees up his nose. now i'll tell you, he says, with his teeth sounding gray how the lorax got lifted and taken away. it all started way back, such a long, long time back. way back in the days when the grass was still green and the pond was still wet and the clouds were still cling. and the song of the swami salons rein in space, one morning i came to this glorious place.

and i first saw the trees, the bright colored tufts of the trees. >> where they flood the? >> egg fluffy. mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze -- >> polo down so i can see the pictures. >> my son will not talk to me. and under the trees i saw brown vinyl boots frisking about in their suits. as they played in the shade and ate fruits from the pond came the comfortable sound of the humming fish coming while splashing around. but those trees, those trees, all my life i've been searching for trees such as these are a touch of the tufts was much

softer than silk and they had the sweet smell of fresh butterfly milk. i felt a great leaping of joy in my heart. i knew just what to do. i unloaded my cart. definitely getting an interpretive dance. this is the off-broadway version of "the lorax." the reading and the dancing. we are available for parties. in no time at all, i had built a small shop. then i chopped down a tree with one shop. and with great skill and with great speedy speed, i took the soft soft and i needed us need. at the knights finish i heard a noise.

i looked, i saw something popped out of a stop. of the tree i chopped down it was sort of a man. described him? that's hard. i don't know if i can. he was shortish and oldish and brownish and marty, and he spoke with a voice that was sharpest and bossi. mr., he said, what a saw dusty sneeze, i am the lorax. i speak for the trees. i speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues, and i'm asking you, sir, at the top of my lungs. he was very upset as he shouted and puffed, what's that thing you've made out of my tufts?

look at, lorax, i said, there is no cause for alarm. i chopped just one tree, i am doing no harm. i'm being quite useful, this thing is us need. us need is a fine something that all people need. it's assured, it's a saw, the club. at the hat. but its other uses, yes, far beyond that. >> it's nothing. it's just a big -- >> yes. a big, old path. but it had other uses come yes, far beyond the. you can use a for carpets, for pillows, for sheets or curtains or covers or bicycle seats. the lorax said, sir, you are crazy with agreed. there is no one on earth who would buy that fool snead. but the very next minute i proved he was wrong, for just at that minute a chap came along

and he thought that the snead i had knitted was great. he happily bought it for $3.98. i laughed at the lorax, you poor, stupid guy. you never can tell what some people will buy. stop there, give people -- [applause] >> you're welcome. >> a children's book -- but banned. >> i forgot why was a band again? spent i think it was said it was banned because environmentalism. let's look it up. >> banned in parts of the is are being political commentary. go figure.

and thank you for that. our town crier. >> thank you. >> and now -- [inaudible] michael lee pope was not only of journalists but a historical author. spent thank you so much. i hope i am bad at some point. i figure the really good for sales, so maybe you can pay me. how would that be? my name is michael pope and i'm going to be reading a passage from ernest jennings way farewell to arms. a very short passage. it's appropriate that the passage i will be reading is short because the beauty of hemingway and writing is very spare, very short declarative sentences, or if they are long census, cases of short phrases that are strong together. it's a very opposite approach that someone, other writers

might take, but anyway is sort of resonates with us for number of reasons. why is because these short, declared since is really sort of speak to how we think about language and communication, but this particular book also sort of speaks to us because it was written in 1929, and the reason it was banned is because -- two reasons. one is sort of the violent and graphic content. that's sort of a no-brainer but also because there's an undercurrent in the book of opposition to american involvement in world war i, sort of the war weariness that i think people today can relate to. with that in mind i'll read this very short passage from the beginning of ernest hemingway's a farewell to arms. spent in the late summer of that year we lived in a house, and if it looked across the river and the plane to the mountains in the bed of the group over pebbles and boulders, dry and white in this and. the water was clear is what the movie blue in the channels.

troops by the house and down the road in the dust they raised hundred elites of the trees. the trunk of the trees were too dusty and the leaves fell early that year and we saw troops marching along the road and the dust rising in the leaves stirred by debris is falling and the soldiers marching. and afterward the road bare and white except for the leafs. the plane was rich with crops. the were many orchards of fruit trees and beyond the plane the mountains were brown and bare. there was fighting in the mountains, and that night we could see the flashes from the artillery. in the dark, it was like summer lightning but the knights were cool and there was not the feeling of a storm coming. sometime in the dark we are to troops marching under the window as the guns passed ball in the motorcars. there was much traffic at night and many mules on the roads and boxes of ammunition on each side of the pack saddles and trucks that carried men and the other trucks with loads covered with canvas that moved slower in the traffic. they were big guns, too, and

that passed in the day drawn by tractors and long barrels of the guns covered with green branches and green, leafy branches and vines laid over the tractors. we could look across the valley and see a force and behind it and the mountain on the side of the river. there was fighting for that mountain, too, but it was not successful. in the fall the leaves fell and the branches were bare and the trunks were black with rain. the vineyards within and bare branched and the country was white and brown and dead with the autumn. there within this in the river and the clouds in the mountain and the trucks splashed mud on the road, and the troops were muddy and the rifles were wed under decades. gray leather boxes, heavy with thin, long. so the men passed on the road large as though they were six months gone with child. there were small great motorcars the past going very fast usually

there was an officer on the seat and the driver and more officers in the back seat. they splashed more mud than a cameo even if one was the officers in the back was very small and sitting between two generals. he himself was so small that you could not see his face but only the top of his cap and his mayor back. if the car went especially fast it was probably the king. he lived and came out this way there everyday to see how things are going, and things were going very badly. at the start of the winter came and permanent brain and with the rain came cholera, but it was checked. anand in the end only 7000 diedn the army. the next year the were many victims. the mountains that was beyond the valley and the hillside with a chestnut forest group were captured in the were victories beyond the plane in the plateau to the south. we crossed the river in august and but in the house that had aa fountain and many thick, shady trees and a walled garden with wisteria vine on the side of the

house. now, the fighting was in the next mountain beyond that was not a mile away. that town was very nice and our house was very fun. river behind us and the town had been captured with very handsomely but the mountains beyond it could not be taken. i was very glad the austrians seem to want to come back to the town sometime if the war should end because they did not bombarded to destroy but only a little in the military way. people lived on it and they were hospitals in cafés and artillery of the side streets, and to buy houses, one for the troops and one for the officers. with the end of some of the cool night in the fighting in the mountains beyond the town, the show marked iron of the railway bridge, where the fighting had been, the trees along the square, the long avenue of trees that led to the square, these were things, the king passed in his motorcars sometimes now seeing the face, the little longnecked body and the graybeard like a goat chin. all of these were sudden interiors of the house that