Last Lines

I recently read an article on the first lines of a novel (http://cristianmihai.net/2014/01/28/opening-lines-2/) and in thinking about those, my mind slowly turned to the last lines of my favorite works.

Some of the most moving, and sometimes simple, lines of text in literature are the finale sentences. They are the culmination of their tales, the punctuation at the end of the sentence. And they can sometimes change the entire feeling of the novel.

Although not a novel, one of my absolute favorite last lines in all of literature is that of William Shakespeare’s King Lear. After five acts of his life, the entire story is summed up and left hanging on two little words, “He died.” I’m not too proud to admit that I cry every time.

(the movie end, slightly different but beautiful: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPI5EgqQoy0)

After amazing adventures and death defying acts made even more amazing and frightening due to their small stature, the hobbits return home at the end of The Return of the King and the final line, said by Samwise Gamgee, is this: “Well, I’m Home then.” What simple fervor and contentment this brings to me. He’s home, they are home, and after everything he has been through, Frodo’s faithful gardener and best friend sits in his chair with his family, and is home.

(images courtesy of a convoluted line of repinners on Pinterest)

At the end of Louisa May Alcott’s thriller love story, A Long Fatal Love Chase (published two years before Little Women and well worth the read) Tempest, described as a libertine who resembles Mephistopheles (i.e. a man of low/no moral character who resembles a demon, or possibly the demon), gathers his drowned wife in his arms and stabs himself, declaring defiantly “Mine first-Mine Last-Mine even to the grave” I got chills just typing that up for you.

                                                    (picture via Eleanor Mackender

   Guildford Castle secret garden)

Some books, like Alice’s Adventures Through the Looking Glass leave their reader to wonder exactly what happened, or will happen. Though Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland ended with a paragraphical sentence describing how Alice would be when older, Through the Looking Glass leaves us with the questions, “which do you think it was?” I, personally, believe it was all real.

Finally, the sum of everything that happened in one of the most famous book series to have been written in many, many years, J.K. Rowling’s final sentence in the epilogue of The Deathly Hollows is this, “The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.” Every time I re-read this book, and this line, I feel both a weight on my heart from the losses and a weight lifted because now there is safety. Now both the muggle world, and the wizarding world, are free to exist as they do without threat from a man who wouldn’t just die when he was supposed to.

Yes, I know these are books and not technically reality. However, they are a big part of my life and, hopefully, will be a big part in the lives of many of the children in the world. Books provide escapes, imagination exercises, and just good fun. So now that I’ve shown you mine, why don’t you show me yours? What are some of your favorite closing lines?

My Addiction

I have an addiction. They say that admitting it is the first step to recovery, but all admitting it has ever gotten me is a bowl full of strange looks and pitying laughter. Even so, I press on and admit again, I have an addiction. I cannot help myself, I love the pull of the sweet swirls, the joyous brightness that erupts as the pressure pops the fluid down across the smooth white paper…yes, I am addicted to colored pens!

See, there’s that look. The wide eyed, sideways glance, a little cough to hide the giggle…there ya go. Welcome to the world of the non-afflicted. Yes, this is real. I see a colored pen and I need it. I have to work overtime to not purchase new packs of pens, or just grab them off the shelf, open the package, and take off! I love the colors, the plethora of ways to use them. I write my books in rainbow ink. Each character, each place, each novel has different colors denoting their roles in my life. I cringe when I have to fill out paperwork that says “please use blue or black ink.” I prefer purple, or pink maybe…sometimes green, or orange, or rust. I love metallic silver and copper colors on crisp paper. I can write, doodle, sign my name, and write some more all on one page and make it look like an art major’s pad. I have note cards covered in precise lines of color and can tell you at a single glance who and what those notes are referring to. Can you do all that with a simple black ball point? I think not!

Oh now I’ve gone and done it, I need a fix. Luckily I have a small metal briefcase that holds 36 ink pens, 32 of which are not plain black or blue (there are a few beautiful blue pens with glitter or lightened colors, I’ll use those on occasion. I’m not too picky!).

May all your addictions be as pleasant as mine, may you all be surrounded with colorful lines. May your days and your nights be comfy cozy, and may your blessings be bountiful as blooming posies.