BOOKS: YOU CAN’T GO HOME AGAIN by THOMAS WOLFE

Especially poignant for me at this time as I recently did ‘return home’ to internalize some things. It’s not what it was before.

“Child, child, have patience and belief, for life is many days, and each present hour will pass away. Son, son, you have been mad and drunken, furious and wild, filled with hatred and despair, and all the dark confusions of the soul – but so have we. You found the earth too great for your one life, you found your brain and sinew smaller than the hunger and desire that fed on them – but it has been this way with all men. You have stumbled on in darkness, you have been pulled in opposite directions, you have faltered, you have missed the way, but, child, this is the chronicle of the earth. And now, because you have known madness and despair, and because you will grow desperate again before you come to evening, we who have stormed the ramparts of the furious earth and been hurled back, we who have been maddened by the unknowable and bitter mystery of love, we who have hungered after fame and savored all of life, the tumult, pain, and frenzy, and now sit quietly by our windows watching all that henceforth never more shall touch us – we call upon you to take heart, for we can swear to you that these things pass.”
Thomas Wolfe, You Can’t Go Home Again

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JUN/JUL13. Atlanta, GA – NYC – MD – Beirut, Lebanon

NOSTALGIA: LITTLESTOWN, PA

I lived in Littlestown as a child and attended Rolling Acres Elementary school. from wiki:

Originally laid out by Peter Klein in 1760, the town was first named “Petersburg”. German settlers in the area came to call the town “Kleine Stedtle”. As confusion between the town and a neighboring town (also named “Petersburg”, now York Springs grew, the town officially changed its name to Littlestown (essentially a translation of “Kleine Stedtle” from German) in 1795.

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“I have to see a thing a thousand times before I see it once.”
Thomas Wolfe, You Can’t Go Home Again

14JUL13. Littlestown, PA.

TRAIN TRAVEL: FROM ATLANTA, GA TO LONG ISLAND, NY

“and felt that one of the most wonderful things in the world is the experience of being on a train. It is so different from watching a train go by. To anyone outside, a speeding train is a thunderbolt of driving rods, a hot hiss of steam, a blurred flash of coaches, a wall of movement and of noise, a shriek, a wail, and then just emptiness and absence, with a feeling of “There goes everybody!” without knowing who anybody is. And all of a sudden the watcher feels the vastness and loneliness of America, and the nothingness of all those little lives hurled past upon the immensity of the continent. But if one is inside the train, everything is different. The train itself is a miracle of man’s handiwork, and everything about it is eloquent of human purpose and direction. One feels the brakes go on when the train is coming to a river, and one knows that the old gloved hand of cunning is at the throttle. One’s own sense of manhood and of mastery is heightened by being on a train. And all the other people, how real they are! – Excerpt From: Wolfe, Thomas. “You Can’t Go Home Again.”

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4/5JUL13. Amtrak’s Crescent Line, Atlanta – Long Island