Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister
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―Yes, Ebenezer.‖<br />
―No, not Ebenezer, not Scrooge. I‘m not anything. I haven‘t decided to be anything. You<br />
can‘t be anything that quickly. All I know is I‘m not quite the same. I‘ve got to figure what I<br />
want to be.‖<br />
―You could give to charity.‖<br />
―You know me better than that.‖<br />
―You‘ve got a brother.‖<br />
―Lives in California.‖<br />
―How long‘s it been since you‘ve seen him?‖<br />
―Oh, God, thirty years.‖<br />
―He has children, right?‖<br />
―Yes, I think so. Two girls and a boy. Grown now. Got children of their own.‖<br />
―You could write a letter.‖<br />
―What kind?‖<br />
―Invite them for a visit. You‘ve got a big house. And one of those children, God help<br />
them, might seem like you. It struck me, if you can‘t have any private sense of destiny,<br />
immortality, you name it—you could get it secondhand from your brother‘s house. Seems to me<br />
you‘d want to connect up with a thing like that.‖<br />
―Foolish.‖<br />
―No, common sense. You‘re too old for marriage and children, too old for everything<br />
except experiments. You know how things work. Some children look like their fathers, or<br />
mothers, or grandfathers, and some take after a distant brother. Don‘t you think you‘d get a kick<br />
out of something like that?‖<br />
―Too easy.‖<br />
―Think on it, anyway. Don‘t wait, or you‘ll sink back into being nothing but a mean old<br />
son-of-a-bitch again.‖<br />
―So that‘s what I‘ve been! Well, well. I didn‘t start out intending to be mean, but I got<br />
there somehow. Are you mean, Bleak?‖
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