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Charlotte's Web by E. B. White
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Garth Williams “Charlotte’s Web” by E. B. White (Harper & Brothers, 1952)
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E. B. White's small, grey boathouse by the water's edge at Allen Cove, Maine .. @themainehouse_thebook ..
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If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire save the world and a desire to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day.
E. B. White
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A Turtle's Life
"We strolled up to Hunter College the other evening for a meeting of the New York Zoological Society. Saw movies of grizzly cubs, learned the four methods of locomotion of snakes, and were told that the Society has established a turtle blood bank. Medical men, it seems, are interested in turtle blood, because turtles don't suffer from arteriosclerosis in old age. The doctors are wondering whether there is some special property of turtle blood that prevents the arteries from hardening. It could be, of course. But there is also the possibility that a turtle's blood vessels stay in nice shape because of the way turtles conduct their lives. Turtles rarely pass up a chance to relax in the sun on a partly submerged log. No two turtles ever lunched together with the idea of promoting anything. No turtle ever went around complaining that there is no profit in book publishing except from the subsidiary rights. Turtles do not work day and night to perfect explosive devices that wipe out Pacific islands and eventually render turtles sterile. Turtles never use the word 'implementation' or the phrases 'hard core' and 'in the last analysis.' No turtle ever rang another turtle back on the phone. In the last analysis, a turtle, although lacking know-how, knows how to live. A turtle, by its admirable habits, gets to the hard core of life. That may be why its arteries are so soft."
E. B. White, 1953, via The New Yorker
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The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year—the days when summer is changing into autumn.
E. B. White, Charlotte’s Web (HarperCollins, March 17, 2015)
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Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
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I am afraid that I lost the will to write some years ago.
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Stuart Little by E. B. White
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Open Box - Book Quotation of the Day by E. B. White
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Thank you for your visit and sharing your time with me
May your day be blessed with friendship My Friend
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Hope is the thing that is left to us, in a bad time. I shall get up Sunday morning and wind the clock, as a contribution to order and steadfastness. Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say, the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society—things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed, sometimes rather suddenly. It is quite obvious that the human race has made a queer mess of life on this planet. But as a people we probably harbor seeds of goodness that have lain for a long time waiting to sprout when the conditions are right. Man’s curiosity, his relentlessness, his inventiveness, his ingenuity have led him into deep trouble. We can only hope that these same traits will enable him to claw his way out. Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
—Letter from E. B. White, 1973
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If anyone ever makes a sequel to Charlotte’s Web, it should be a mockumentary from the perspective of local journalists trying to figure out who rigged the county fair
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‘Why did you do all this for me?’ Wilbur asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’
‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.'
Charlotte's Web, E. B. White
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