At the first view, and to one who saw him for the first time, he was nothing more than a good man. But if one spent a few hours with him, and saw him in a thoughtful mood, little by little the good man became transfigured, and became ineffably imposing; his large serious forehead, rendered notable by his white hair, became noble also by mediation; majesty was developed from this goodness, yet the radiance of goodness remained; and one felt something of the emotion that he would experience in seeing a smiling angel slowly spreading his wings without ceasing to smile. Respect, unutterable respect, penetrated you by degrees, and made its way to your heart; and you felt that you had before you one of those strong, tried, and indulgent souls, where the thought is so great it cannot be other than gentle.
Oh dear, I can tell this is going to be a hard day. I just hope Dad will get a chance to have a chat with Victor Hugo.........
3 comments:
Beautifully said as always.
Very nice. You have captured a significant piece of him. I like the word indulgent in this context, he was certainly that and more with so many of us who tried his patience. He will remain forever in my mind a lovely man.
Mom i didn't know that was his favorite book. I love that book. No wonder we talked so much about it when i read it. I miss him too....alot. :(
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