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Daddy-Long-Legs
by Jean Webster
I wasn’t much into classics until now.
Judy will strike you at the very first glimpse a vary cheerful and happy girl. And honestly I didn’t expect her to be. Regularly you expect from someone who had been brought up in somewhere like an orphanage (although as she said not as bad as the one in Jane Eyre!) has such a spirit. At least not on that level. From the first letter through the last one I couldn’t help but notice the development of her character. From a poor educated (rather smart) orphan girl to a sophisticated and wise one. And her perspective of the world she was living in amazed me. How grateful she was for every little thing. She was right, almost every one with more opportunities and luxuries that she ever had, would have grown to think that the world owes them much more. So they can’t appreciate the little things. I think she lived a very interesting and worthy life. The way she looked at her life and found every bit of a joy out of everything was something I wish, truly. It was so sweet and delightful that I almost felt as how I imagined Daddy-long-legs would feel every time he received her letters. And you could suspect who really is Daddy-long-legs. I don’t think there are many like him. And I reckon any girl who end up with a man like that would be the luckiest of all.
At the end I was so happy for Judy that I smiled for like about a minute just pressing the book against my chest and think: “There! There is what I want in a happy ending.”
And as always I shall share my favorite part of the story:
“It isn’t the great big pleasures that count the most; it’s making a great deal out of the little ones. I’ve discovered the true secret of happiness, Daddy, and that is to live in the now. Not to be forever regretting the past, or anticipating the future; but to get the most that you can out of this very instant. It’s like farming; well, I am going to have intensive living after this. I’m going to enjoy every second, and I’m going to know I’m enjoying it while I’m enjoying it. Most people don’t live; they just race. They are trying to reach some goal far away on the horizon, and in the heat of the going they get so breathless and panting that they lose all sight of the beautiful, tranquil country they are passing through; and then the first thing they know, they are old and worn out, and it doesn’t make any difference whether they’ve reached the goal or not. I’ve decided to sit down by the way and pile up a lot of little happinesses, even if I never become a great author. Did you ever know such a philosopheress I am developing into?!”
Judy will strike you at the very first glimpse a vary cheerful and happy girl. And honestly I didn’t expect her to be. Regularly you expect from someone who had been brought up in somewhere like an orphanage (although as she said not as bad as the one in Jane Eyre!) has such a spirit. At least not on that level. From the first letter through the last one I couldn’t help but notice the development of her character. From a poor educated (rather smart) orphan girl to a sophisticated and wise one. And her perspective of the world she was living in amazed me. How grateful she was for every little thing. She was right, almost every one with more opportunities and luxuries that she ever had, would have grown to think that the world owes them much more. So they can’t appreciate the little things. I think she lived a very interesting and worthy life. The way she looked at her life and found every bit of a joy out of everything was something I wish, truly. It was so sweet and delightful that I almost felt as how I imagined Daddy-long-legs would feel every time he received her letters. And you could suspect who really is Daddy-long-legs. I don’t think there are many like him. And I reckon any girl who end up with a man like that would be the luckiest of all.
At the end I was so happy for Judy that I smiled for like about a minute just pressing the book against my chest and think: “There! There is what I want in a happy ending.”
And as always I shall share my favorite part of the story:
“It isn’t the great big pleasures that count the most; it’s making a great deal out of the little ones. I’ve discovered the true secret of happiness, Daddy, and that is to live in the now. Not to be forever regretting the past, or anticipating the future; but to get the most that you can out of this very instant. It’s like farming; well, I am going to have intensive living after this. I’m going to enjoy every second, and I’m going to know I’m enjoying it while I’m enjoying it. Most people don’t live; they just race. They are trying to reach some goal far away on the horizon, and in the heat of the going they get so breathless and panting that they lose all sight of the beautiful, tranquil country they are passing through; and then the first thing they know, they are old and worn out, and it doesn’t make any difference whether they’ve reached the goal or not. I’ve decided to sit down by the way and pile up a lot of little happinesses, even if I never become a great author. Did you ever know such a philosopheress I am developing into?!”