NOT YOU!
NOT FOR YOU, OLD WOMAN!
FOR NO KATZENDRECK OF THIS WORLD--
this
is for the young one.
Take it, quickly, the incredibly old, more-than-half-mad man says to the fair one and gives the dagger to her, in the center-of-gravity moment near the end of some rather long story which changes the flow of events in it and gives it different turn. They die soon afterwards, the young one and the lying greedy"old"one. In fact, the latter is killed by the former by it. Though it is said nowhere, the old man dies too, can not, need not live any longer. He has done what he had to do, comforting picture. The fourth person present, the narrator, he lives on and is being haunted and so on. It comes in his possesion and it will change the direction of events once more.
On the quote alone one could expatiate and develop very long essays and in perhaps privately one should. Maybe try finding examples from literature or movies. Definitely find your own life samples of "old" women. (To gather some pictorial material, and this is said lest inner and outer be confused.) Or Bible. It was always odd to me how old wise men came and sort of honoured new life found there (with things of seemingly not much use). Must have taken it too literally, probably. Then, find philosophic meanings and inner parallels. The whole scene speaks to the feelings, things imaginative do that. It can probably become quite fruitful when that all is connected together from the the viewpoint of potential development. If person cares to do that sincerely it will build something useful in them. Write the words down but don't put the meaning on paper, Ouspensky might say somehere. This you couldn't really do either. It has to be present in your understanding.
Happy new year, class! Stand up! Shout it furiously! Look back in anger and hiss it out at the enemy! You are burned on the stake! Prophecy it to the bishop and the soldiers! Speak it as properly as one should. Recite it cooly. Speak it out consciously. You are old man, very, very, very old. Speak it as with your last strength. You are wise and mighty! Flee from Herod and say it to the infant. Close your eyes. Say it to the ass and the ox. Look how they stare at you. You are grown up! You are bringing presents for someone. Whisper it with tenderness.
Not you.
Not for you, old woman!
Not for the katzendreck of this world.
This
is for the young one here.
Take it.
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