“An
aged man is but a paltry thing,
A
tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul
clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For
every tatter in its mortal dress.”
“Soul
clap its hands and sing”: I thought of the Shakers and Hasidim. David deploys another unannounced
allusion: “It’s true that cancer concentrates the mind wonderfully, but it’s
also wonderful just what the mind prefers to concentrate upon.” He counts on us
recognizing the nod to Boswell quoting Johnson: “Depend upon it, sir, when
a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind
wonderfully.” The context of Johnson’s remark is complicated (go here for a brief explanation).
David’s conclusion helps dispel the suggestion of sentimentality and self-pity,
and obliquely answers my earlier question about ethics:
“While
the inessential is stripped away, it turns out that what’s essential is not the
same as what’s important. The essential is what makes soul clap hands and sing,
and no counsel to get serious in the face of death stands much chance of being
heard over the essential racket.”
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