By Dan Hagen
Between 4 a.m. and 5:30 a.m., well before dawn in the silence of the solarium with blanketed beagle and book, is one of the best hours of each day.
Right now, I’m reading bios of Cheever and Chayefsky, driven and intense men whose scalpel-sharp wits worked to keep people at a safe distance from their insecurities. They were men tortured by their own sensitivity who had penetrating insight into the human and social condition.
“A page of good prose remains invincible,” Cheever said. Yes. Unlike the person who created it.
Sensitive intelligence can be an expensive gift, but it’s not a luxury. It’s necessary for the advancement and defense of civilization.
I realized that this same situation applies to a number of people I know, several friends and students. What they sometimes experience as a flaw and a burden in their personalities is a powerful gift, but the connection may not be readily apparent.