There’s no fool like an old fool: The story of Richard Cory

December 23, 2013 — Leave a comment

Vergil Den in The Simple Man’s Burden talks about how “nothing taps into your sense of pity like a story of a wealthy old man, dying and without family, wishing he had done things differently.”

In the book Den uses the poem Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson to state his point:

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,

We people on the pavement looked at him:

He was a gentleman from sole to crown,

Clean favored, and imperially slim.

 

And he was always quietly arrayed,

And he was always human when he talked;

But still he fluttered pulses when he said,

“Good morning,” and he glittered when he walked.

 

And he was rich, richer than a king,

And admirably schooled in every grace:

In fine, we thought that he was everything

To make us wish that we were in his place.

 

So on we worked, and waited for the light,

And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;

And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,

Went home and put a bullet through his head.

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