The Dignity of Daring

I:  Right, I’m off now.

Withnail:  Already?

 I:  My father will pick up my stuff in the week and do something

about the car.

Withnail:  But I’ve got us a bottle open. Confiscated it from Monte’s

supplies.  53 Margaux. Best of the century

 I:  I can’t Withnail, I’ll miss the train.

 Withnail:  There’s always time for a drink.

 I:   I haven’t the time.

 Withnail:  Alright, I’ll walk with you to the station. We can drink it

through the park. [He grabs his coat and an umbrella and takes

       the bottle.]

——————————————————————————-

The Park [It is pouring down with rain. Withnail offers the bottle to I]

I:   No thank you, no more.

Look, it’s a stinker Withnail, why don’t  you go home.

Withnail:  Because I want to walk you to the station.

I: No, really, I really don’t want you to.  I shall miss you Withnail.

Withnail: I’ll miss you too.

[I departs. Withnail walks to the fence and leans against it.]

 Withnail: I have of late, but wherefore I know not,

lost all my mirth and  indeed it goes so heavily

with my disposition that this goodly frame

the earth seems to me a sterile promotory;

this most excellent canopy the air, look you,

this mighty o’rehanging  firmament,

this majestical roof fretted with golden fire;

why, it  appeareth nothing to me

but a foul and pestilent congregation of  vapours.

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason,

how  infinite in faculties, how like an angel in apprehension,

how like a God!

The beauty of the world, paragon of animals;

and yet to  me, what is this quintessence of dusk.

Man delights not me, no, nor women neither,

nor women neither.

“I” is not afraid of the change, whereas Withnail has employed

his familiar tactics in an attempt to delay his friend,

who has possibly been given a small acting part in a stage play

that may lead to a brighter future.

At the very least it will be an alternative future.

“I” refuses the bottle proffered by his old friend, saying

“No thank you, no more” and then “I can’t Withnail, I’ll miss the train”…

*******

“The man, who, being really on the Way, falls upon hard times in the world will not,

as a consequence, turn to that friend who offers him refuge and comfort and

encourages his old self to survive. Rather, he will seek out someone who will faithfully

and inexorably help him to risk himself, so that he may endure the suffering and pass

courageously through it. Only to the extent that man exposes himself over and over again

to annihilation, can that which is indestructible arise within him.

In this lies the dignity of daring.”

― Karlfried Graf Durckheim

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  1. Reblogged this on Ars, Arte et Labore and commented:

    Time to revisit this post..
    “The man, who, being really on the Way, falls upon hard times in the world will not,

    as a consequence, turn to that friend who offers him refuge and comfort and

    encourages his old self to survive. Rather, he will seek out someone who will faithfully

    and inexorably help him to risk himself, so that he may endure the suffering and pass

    courageously through it. Only to the extent that man exposes himself over and over again

    to annihilation, can that which is indestructible arise within him.

    In this lies the dignity of daring.”

    ― Karlfried Graf Durckheim

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