Resolute?

Resolute?  Possibly.  But definitely sure that I never want Sinclair Lewis's  summation of his MAIN STREET heroine to be applied to me.  "She was a woman with a working brain and no work." He also said so well that "She could not determine whether she was checked by... inertia -by dislike of the emotional labor of... asserting independence.  She was like the revolutionist at fifty:  not afraid of death but..." 

Clearly, about half way through it, I am enjoying my first reading of MAIN STREET.  Much to admire, love and renew my awe for the amazing gifts of insightful writers and thinkers of every time.  It's not only their larger observations, but also their creative, descriptive word-smithing in phrases like "The cold air gave fictive power" and "Carol was dream-strayed," but also the recurring introspection ("I must go on.... I will go on").

"The parlor was distinguished by an expanse of rag carpet from which as they entered, Mrs. Bogart hastily picked one sad dead fly. In the center of the carpet was a rug..." Lewis continues to describe a hideous room.  

He empowers my resolve to be strong against "The Village Virus," and read as much as I can, not letting the days drown my working brain in the poverty of unemployment.  But just as crucial, as occurred to me the other day, it's important to keep hanging, like a bat in the sunshine, knowing that vision will come again in the darknesses.

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