Here’s the thing: People say you outgrow Salinger. That he’s a writer whose work speaks to the particular themes and frustrations of adolescence. The latter might be true. But I encountered Salinger as a grown up or rather, someone who, like Franny, was just sloughing off my childhood, my received ideas about how to live in the world. And, thus, with each passing year – each rereading – his stories, his characters, have changed and deepened.
My Salinger Year, Joanna Rakoff
Brick Lane, August 3, 2014
Some photos I took on Brick Lane today. The guy in the fancy garb - “Chess Man” - is a genius, playing several games at once. He rolled back and forth between tables on an office chair.
If you’re interested, I started a Flickr for all my photographs.
The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral,
begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy.
Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it.
Through violence you may murder the liar,
but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth.
Through violence you may murder the hater,
but you do not murder hate.
In fact, violence merely increases hate.
So it goes.
Returning violence for violence multiplies violence,
adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.
Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.