My Trip to New Hampshire: The Nature of Vocation
1994; Taylor & Francis; Volume: 42; Issue: 1 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1080/87567555.1994.9926805
ISSN8756-7555
Autores Tópico(s)American and British Literature Analysis
ResumoThe distance between my back door and the car is only five or six steps. That Friday morning I stepped out the door at 7:45, the customary hour, but as I reached for the car door I heard a voice. It would be more precise to say a voice spoke to me. This voice is not the most important element in my story, but it is one about which I need to be clear. I am not given to aural halluci nations or mystical experiences of any sort. However, the commandment I heard was not preceded by any process of delib eration on my part, nor even by a day dream. There is no time in the morning for daydreams anyway. I had been experienc ing no fantasies of escape; there were no unsettling dreams the night before. My breakfast, while rapidly consumed, was wholesome and moderate. As I reached for the handle of the car door I was not thinking of much of anything, certainly nothing other than my commute and the three classes I was scheduled to teach that day. I have no doubt that the voice came from inside me, and yet I would not say
Referência(s)