Defarge and Madame Defarge Age is now catching up with me. I have difficulty in bending. When I was young I could easily run a mile, But now I start panting on running only a few yards. The body is decaying, which is only natural, and not surprising. But thankfully my spirit is still young, and my memory still intact. The next few years of my life will be spent in service of the nation. I know I will not be alive when my country emerges as a modern, highly industrialized prosperous nation, but my reward will be the thought that I will have contributed a bit to that end. I remember reading in Dickens novel A Tale of Two Cities the conversation between Defarge, the wine seller, who is also a member of a secret society working for destruction of the feudal aristocracy, and his wife Madame Defarge. The scene occurs at an early part of the novel. Defarge is despondent and dispirited because the great event for which he has been working may not come in his lifetime. To which Madame Defarge replies : What of that ? It will come. Defarge says But when will it come ? How much time does lightning take to strike the ground ? How much time does it take to build that lightning ? replies Madame Defarge. An earthquake strikes suddenly, causing massive death and destruction. But how much time does it take to build that earthquake ?. You may not see the end. But you have contributed to it. Let that be your consolation, and be satisfied by it.
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 02:28:31 +0000
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