Sydney White. A Modern Take ... But now the proper time has arrived in order for the gorgeous freshman to make his statement and head right to the Southern Atlantic University in order to pledge something very important, namely her mom’s dignified sorority. This is the place where she meets the entire story that is implied by Sydney White...
The Indian thought that we should lie by on Sunday. Said he, “We come here lookum things, look all around; but come Sunday, lock up all that, and then Monday look again.”... However, the Indian added, plying the paddle all the while, that if we would go along, he must go with us, he our man, and he suppose that if he no takum pay for what he do Sunday, then ther’s no harm, but if he takum pay, then wrong. I told him that he was stricter than white men. Nevertheless, I noticed that he did not forget to reckon in the Sundays at last.
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
—William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)
The better a work is, the more it attracts criticism; it is like the fleas who rush to jump on white linens.
—Gustave Flaubert (1821–1880)