If you have not already done so, you may wish to read the
Introduction to Gnomica.
Saturday 3 March 2012
I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don’t believe I deserved my friends.
Walt Whitman (31 May 1819 – 26 March 1892)
“What is life, what is pleasure without golden Aphrodite?” [τίς δὲ βίος, τί δὲ τερπνὸν ἄτερ χρυσῆς Ἀφροδίτης; tis de bios, ti de terpnon ater khrusēs Aphroditēs?] the ancient poet Mimnermus (floruit 630-600 BCE) asks! And what, I ask myself, is life without friendship? Not, I venture, much! There are the iconic friendships – Achilles and Patroklos, Holmes and Watson, Thelma and Louise … but what sustains me is less than a handful of proven friends (and they know who they are!) who over the past few years made it a point of (as the journalist Walter Winchell once said) walking in when others walked out. I don’t know if I deserved them, but, even so, there they were – and are. That is cause for great gratitude.
Yes, a true friendship is beyond measuring.
Yes, reader, you too should be so lucky!