Post by beckettologist on Nov 29, 2010 13:36:10 GMT -5
Here is a nice little article about the evening with a picture of Tom and Sir Trevor:www.thisisoxfordshire.co.uk/news/8707399.Sir_Trevor_shows_spport_for_hospice/?ref=rss
Brought a tear to my eye, in a good way, of course! Added later:
I am told by the lovely people at Helen & Douglas House that Tom read from Jonathon Livingston Seagull
by Richard Bach. It was the excerpt that begins 'They came in the evening then...' If you know anything about H&D and the good work they do there then you know this is an appropriate choice.
I was also told that they will have pictures of the event up on their site later this week.
I found this online in case you are interested in reading it (I can hear him in my head so I hope you can too). I am not sure how much he read but this excerpt ends a chapter so I'm guessing it is all of this:"They came in the evening, then, and found Jonathan gliding peaceful
and alone through his beloved sky. The two gulls that appeared at his
wings were pure as starlight, and the glow from them was gentle and
friendly in the high night air. But most lovely of all was the skill with
which they flew, their wingtips moving a precise and constant inch from
his own. Without a word, Jonathan put them to his test, a test that no
gull had ever passed. He twisted his wings, slowed to a single mile per
hour above stall. The two radiant birds slowed with him, smoothly, locked
in position. They knew about slow flying.
He folded his wings, rolled and dropped in a dive to a hundred ninety
miles per hour. They dropped with him, streaking down in flawless
At last he turned that speed straight up into a long vertical
slow-roll. They rolled with him, smiling.
He recovered to level flight and was quiet for a time before he
spoke. "Very well," he said, "who are you?"
"We're from your Flock, Jonathan. We are your brothers." The words
were strong and calm. "We've come to take you higher, to take you home."
"Home I have none. Flock I have none. I am Outcast. And we fly now at
the peak of the Great Mountain Wind. Beyond a few hundred feet, I can lift
this old body no higher."
"But you can Jonathan. For you have learned. One school is finished,
and the time has come for another to begin."
As it had shined across him all his life, so understanding lighted
that moment for Jonathan Seagull. They were right. He could fly higher,
and it was time to go home.
He gave one last look across the sky, across that magnificent silver
land where he had learned so much.
"I'm ready " he said at last.
And Jonathan Livingston Seagull rose with the two starbright gulls to
disappear into a perfect dark sky."