On a day like today, my master William Faulkner said, “I decline to accept the end of man.” I would fall unworthy of standing in this place that was his, if I were not fully aware that the colossal tragedy he refused to recognize thirty-two years ago is now, for the first time since the beginning of humanity, nothing more than a simple scientific possibility. Faced with this awesome reality that must have seemed a mere utopia through all of human time, we, the inventors of tales, who will believe anything, feel entitled to believe that it is not yet too late to engage in the creation of the opposite utopia. A new and sweeping utopia of life, where no one will be able to decide for others how they die, where love will prove true and happiness be possible, and where the races condemned to one hundred years of solitude will have, at last and forever, a second opportunity on earth.
From The Charlie Rose Show, Peter Matthiessen on nature, travel, and writing.
The Little Prince was published on April 6, 1943 – celebrate with Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s gorgeous original watercolors
A fundamental writer and a fundamental book.
Anonymous asked: Whats spring skiing like?
Not too cold, snow that will range from a bit crusty in the mornings, turning nice and buttery smooth from about 10 - 1:30, and then get a little wet. Carve it up in the morning and enjoy the bumps in the afternoon after they get soft. Lots of sunshine, end the day on a terrace somewhere with a glass of wine and work on the tan.
Anonymous asked: How's the snow in park city right now? I'm going out there on Friday :)
Snow in PC and the Wasatch in general is pretty good. Monday into Tuesday morning PC got 8 inches. It won’t be powder, it’s going to be spring skiing, but there is plenty of snow. I’m headed out into the back country tomorrow to skin a peak and take advantage of the great weather and snow.
Somehow this captures the feint ennui as the season winds down. I spent yesterday skiing at Snowbird in deep powder, but this image captures how one feels as the season starts to transition. Like the light, the snow will fade, but it is nice while it is here and we know it is finite. Gone until next year, if we are here.