the following was written by E.B. White to Mr. Nadeau;
March 30, 1973
As long as there is one upright man,
as long as there is one compassionate woman, the contagion may spread
and the scene is not desolate. Hope is the thing that is left to
us, in a bad time. I shall get up Sunday morning and wind the clock,
as a contribution to order and steadfastness.
Sailors have an expression about the
weather: they say, the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same
is true of our human society -- things can look dark, then a break
shows in the clouds, and all is changed, sometimes rather suddenly.
It is quite obvious that the human race has made a queer mess of
life on this planet. But as a people we probably harbor seeds of
goodness that have lain for a long time, waiting to sprout when the
conditions are right. Man's curiosity, his relentlessness, his inventiveness,
his ingenuity have led him into deep trouble. We can only hope that
these same traits will enable him to claw his way out.
Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your
hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.