More Like the Father

I am more like Wyatt Mason's father than Mason himself; that is, "temperamentally a gentle person . . . often filled with rage" these days. I would like to be more like the Mason who describes himself in yesterday's NYT as having "taken shelter in the ridiculous." But I am more likely to look for "mirrors for (my) rage" among columnists and bloggers (although I do appreciate The Onion). And I will inevitably write about world events with angered passion.

If I could, I would be what Horace calls "A cultivated wit, one that badgers less, (and therefore) can persuade all the more. Artful ridicule can address contentious issues more competently and vigorously than can severity alone." Is it not harder, as Mason later quotes Juvenal,"not to write satire. For who could endure this monstrous city, however callous at heart, and swallow his wrath? . . . Today, every vice has reached its ruinous zenith. So, satirist, hoist your sails".

Maybe I should give it a try.

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