"I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves." Ludwig Wittgenstein

Friday, November 27, 2009

An Undiscovered Country

Buck finished-up writing his 2000 world article for Travel and Leisure. He despised the fact that he needed to write for these upscale "glamor" mags, the ones who targeted the well-heeled, the affluent. He hated to write chatty little stories that made the “underdeveloped world” “come alive” in a way that would entice the moneyed reader to visit the often impoverished and destitute landscape that appeared so quaint and beautiful in the magazine’s full color spreads. But Buck had to make a living, and these articles made it possible for him to do so.

As he proofed his text, and prepared to send the file off to his publisher, his mind drifted to visions of Jackie, who felt to him like a complete and as yet, 'undiscovered country.'

Hadn’t Hamlet called death an 'undiscovered country?' Buck ruminated.

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