<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391094" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Even as a child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even as a child <br>my face was “gloomy.” I found <br>few reasons to smile, none to laugh: <br>father gutting his great gifts <br>for the cheers of clowns. <br>For us. For money. My mother <br>dazed by drugs. My brother <br>charming, selfless. But also <br>smirking, corrupt. All lying, <br>and loving each other. Comedy? <br>From the fool’s angle, the coward’s angle. Laughter <br>means turning your back on suffering. <br>And on the hard truth that tragedy <br>writes the last act—always. I loved <br>the sea because it said that. <br>With infinite dignity and calm <br>and terrible firmness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Knowing too well <br>the struggle and sorrow of life I tried hard <br>to believe, to help. In plays I wanted <br>to bring our past alive—the brave dreams. <br>But probing deep I saw cruelty, decay. <br>In my last year I could only rage <br>that our country too had cast away <br>the best chance ever—like my father! <br>For greed, blind greed, we grew deaf <br>to the one question that matters, “What <br>does it profit a man if he gain the whole world but...” <br>Damn! Damn our dumb callousness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+O%27Neill">Eugene O'Neill</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391094" data-title="Even as a child de Eugene O'Neill" data-description="Even as a child my face was “gloomy.” I found few reasons to smile, none to laugh: father gutting his great gifts for the cheers of clowns. For us. For money. My mother dazed by drugs. My brother charming, selfless. But also smirking, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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