From “A Wrinkle In Time” by Madeleine L’Engle

“I hate it!” Charles Wallace cried passionately. “I hate the Dark Thing!”
Mrs. Whatsit nodded. “Yes, Charles dear. We all do. That’s another reason we wanted to prepare you on Uriel. We thought it would be too frightening for you to see it first of all about your own, beloved world.”
“But what is it?” Calvin demanded. “We know that it’s evil, but what is it?”
“Yyouu hhave ssaidd itt!” Mrs. Which’s voice rang out. “Itt iss Eevill. Itt iss thee Ppowers of Ddarkknesss!”
“But what’s going to happen?” Meg’s voice trembled. “Oh, please, Mrs. Which, tell us what’s going to happen!”
“Wee wwill cconnttinnue tto ffightt!”
Something in Mrs. Which’s voice made all three of the children stand straighter, throwing back their shoulders with determination, looking at the glimmer that was Mrs. Which with pride and confidence.
“And we’re not alone, you know, children,” came Mrs. Whatsit, the comforter. “All though the universe it’s being fought, all through the cosmos, and my, but it’s a grand and exciting battle. I know it’s hard for you to understand about size, how there’s very little difference in the size of the tiniest microbe and the greatest galaxy. You think about that, and maybe it won’t seem strange to you that some of our very best fighters have come right from your own planet, and it’s a little planet, dears, out on the edge of a little galaxy. You can be proud that it’s done so well.”
“Who have our fighters been?” Calvin asked.
“Oh, you must know them dear,” Mrs. Whatsit said.
Mrs. Who’s spectacles shone out at them triumphantly, “And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.
“Jesus!” Charles Wallace said. “Why of course, Jesus!”
“Of course!” Mrs. Whatsit said. “Go on, Charles, love. There were others. All your great artists. They’ve been lights for us to see by.”
“Leonardo da Vinci?” Calvin suggested tentatively. “And Michelangelo?”
“And Shakespeare,” Charles Wallace called out, “and Bach! And Pasteur and Madame Curie and Einstein!”
Now Calvin’s voice rang with confidence. “And Schweitzer and Gandhi and Buddha and Beethoven and Rembrandt and St. Francis!”
“Now you Meg,” Mrs. Whatsit ordered.
“Oh Euclid, I suppose.” Meg was in such agony of impatience that her voice grated irritably. “And Copernicus. But what about Father? Please, what about Father?”
“Wee aarre ggoingg tto yourr ffatherr,” Mrs. Which said.
“But where is he?” Meg went over to Mrs. Which and stamped as though she were as young as Charles Wallace.
Mrs. Whatsit answered in a voice that was low but quite firm. “on a planet that has given in. So you must prepare to be very strong.”
Couple of questions linger in my mind. Didn’t Shakespeare leave his wife and twin babies? And he’s considered a fighter of good. I guess all of his writings must have been penance for his previous evils. Well, we all know how the rest of the story turned out (If you don’t know or have never read “A Wrinkle In Time”, then get off the computer and head to the nearest bookstore or library and read the book. How in heavens name did you get out of elementary or middle school without reading this. I bet you never read any Julie Blume or Beverly Clearly either.) Well, I need to read more on good and evil. Unfortunately, my collection is lacking. I have a Bible, but I am not that familiar that I can turn to a book that focuses on evil. I would have to read the whole thing (Which isn’t a bad suggestion since it’s been a good while since I’ve read the whole thing.) I think this calls for a trip to my local Borders bookstore to do some research. **sigh** I can also stop over at Randy’s and pick up my present for the bookstore party tonight. Sounds like a plan.
Current mood: contemplative
Current music: Listening to Alice 97.3 on the radio

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