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It seems that a man is meant to live only one life in this world. When he tries to live a second, he develops another nature. Options
Daemon
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It seems that a man is meant to live only one life in this world. When he tries to live a second, he develops another nature.

Willa Cather (1873-1947)
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Can't agree with this. I've lived many lives, some forced upon me. I'm told by those close to me that I haven't changed, as a person.
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It seems that a man is meant to live only one life in this world. When he tries to live a second, he develops another nature.

Willa Cather (1873-1947)
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Context from: Alexander's Bridge
by Willa Cather

Chapter VIII

Hilda sat down by the table with the letter in her hand, still unopened. She looked at it intently, turned it over, and felt its thickness with her fingers. She believed that she sometimes had a kind of second-sight about letters, and could tell before she read them whether they brought good or evil tidings. She put this one down on the table in front of her while she poured her tea. At last, with a little shiver of expectancy, she tore open the envelope and read:--

Boston, February--

MY DEAR HILDA:--

It is after twelve o'clock. Every one else is in bed and I am sitting alone in my study. I have been happier in this room than anywhere else in the world. Happiness like that makes one insolent. I used to think these four walls could stand against anything. And now I scarcely know myself here. Now I know that no one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person. Two people, when they love each other, grow alike in their tastes and habits and pride, but their moral natures (whatever we may mean by that canting expression) are never welded. The base one goes on being base, and the noble one noble, to the end.

The last week has been a bad one; I have been realizing how things used to be with me. Sometimes I get used to being dead inside, but lately it has been as if a window beside me had suddenly opened, and as if all the smells of spring blew in to me. There is a garden out there, with stars overhead, where I used to walk at night when I had a single purpose and a single heart. I can remember how I used to feel there, how beautiful everything about me was, and what life and power and freedom I felt in myself. When the window opens I know exactly how it would feel to be out there. But that garden is closed to me. How is it, I ask myself, that everything can be so different with me when nothing here has changed? I am in my own house, in my own study, in the midst of all these quiet streets where my friends live. They are all safe and at peace with themselves. But I am never at peace. I feel always on the edge of danger and change.

I keep remembering locoed horses I used to see on the range when I was a boy. They changed like that. We used to catch them and put them up in the corral, and they developed great cunning. They would pretend to eat their oats like the other horses, but we knew they were always scheming to get back at the loco.

It seems that a man is meant to live only one life in this world. When he tries to live a second, he develops another nature. I feel as if a second man had been grafted into me. At first he seemed only a pleasure-loving simpleton, of whose company I was rather ashamed, and whom I used to hide under my coat when I walked the Embankment, in London. But now he is strong and sullen, and he is fighting for his life at the cost of mine. That is his one activity: to grow strong. No creature ever wanted so much to live. Eventually, I suppose, he will absorb me altogether. Believe me, you will hate me then.

And what have you to do, Hilda, with this ugly story? Nothing at all. The little boy drank of the prettiest brook in the forest and he became a stag. I write all this because I can never tell it to you, and because it seems as if I could not keep silent any longer. And because I suffer, Hilda. If any one I loved suffered like this, I'd want to know it. Help me, Hilda!
B.A.

Read more :https://americanliterature.com/author/willa-cather/book/alexanders-bridge/chapter-viii

Bully_rus
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Daemon wrote:
It seems that a man is meant to live only one life in this world. When he tries to live a second, he develops another nature.

Willa Cather (1873-1947)


Yeah. A second life can only be possible in the frame of natural development of the first one... Even when you utterly deny the latter.
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It seems that a man is meant to live only one life in this world.
When he tries to live a second, he develops another nature.
Willa Cather (1873-1947)

- I totally agree with that.
- We are tremendously impacted by the way we live the life and, in addition to it, we are continuously challenged by new experiences that all of us are exposed on a daily basis.
- Some experiences we must take even if we don't want or plan. Some we are totally into by our own decision.
- Nonetheless, all of them are turning us in a different person, day by day.
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