Fantastic Realities: 49 Mind Journeys and a Trip to Stockholm

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Emma Goldman states, "old age, far from ripening wisdom and mellowness, is too often fraught with senility, narrowness, and petty rancor." How did this observation, seemingly a pessimistic one, become a *driving force* for her to write, and what does it imply about the nature of wisdom and self-preservation?

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Emma Goldman's observation that old age is "too often fraught with senility, narrowness, and petty rancor" became a driving force for her to write her life story because she "would not risk such a calamity" [1]. This sentiment suggests a fear of succumbing to such negative traits and a desire to actively counteract them.

The passages imply that wisdom and self-preservation, in Goldman's view, are not automatically achieved with age. Instead, one must actively avoid the pitfalls of "senility, narrowness, and petty rancor" [1]. Her decision to write her life, rather than waiting for a "good philosophic age" [2], suggests that the act of writing itself, and perhaps confronting her past, was a way to actively preserve her spirit and avoid the described negative aspects of old age. The passages do not explicitly detail what this implies about the nature of wisdom itself, beyond the avoidance of negative traits associated with old age, nor do they elaborate further on the specific mechanisms of self-preservation beyond the act of writing.

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ng. My enforced European inactivity left me enough time to read a great deal, including biographies and autobiographies. I discovered, much to my discomfiture, that old age, far from ripening wisdom and mellowness, is too often fraught with senility, narrowness, and petty rancor. I would not risk such a calamity, and I began to think seriously about writing my life. The great difficulty that faced me was lack of historical data for my work. Almost everything in the way of books, correspondence, and similar material that I had accumulated during the thirty-five years of my life in the United…
Passage [5]
← Living My Life by Emma Goldman Volume 2 → New York: Alfred A Knopf Inc., 1931. 3161772 Living My Life Emma Goldman IN APPRECIATION S uggestions that I write my memoirs came to me when I had barely begun to live, and continued all through the years. But I never paid heed to the proposal. I was living my life intensely -- what need to write about it? Another reason for my reluctance was the conviction I entertained that one should write about one's life only when one had ceased to stand in the very torrent of it. "When one has reached a good philosophic age," I used to tell my friends,…
Passage [4]
as the judge, the soldier as well as the highest war-lord; everybody who lives off the labor and degradation of others. I felt, however, that in my capacity as nurse I could not concern myself with the particular trade or occupation of my patients. I had to minister to their physical needs. Besides, I was not only a nurse, I was also an anarchist, who knew the social factors behind human action. As such, even more than as a nurse I could not refuse her my services. My four months with Mrs. Spenser gave me considerable experience in psychology. She was an unusual person, intelligent,…
Passage [674]
n that state; I was responsible to Dr. Hoffman, for whom I must wait. I led Mrs. Spenser to her room and put her to bed. She burst into hysterical sobbing, begging me not to go away and assuring me that I should never have to see the man again; she would even have his portrait removed. She admitted being the keeper of a house. I dreaded to have you find it out," she said, "but I did think that Emma Goldman, the anarchist would not condemn me for being a cog in a machine I did not create." Prostitution was not of her making, she argued; and since it existed, it did not matter who was "In…
Passage [673]
ks felt and lived as I did. It helped to establish a strong personal bond between us besides our common anarchist ideal. Notwithstanding nightly lectures in San Francisco and adjoining towns, a mass meeting to celebrate the first of May, and a debate with a socialist, we still found time for frequent social gatherings jovial enough to be disapproved by the purists. But we did not mind it. Youth and freedom laughed at rules and strictures, and our circle consisted of people young in years and in spirit. In the company of the Isaak boys and the other young chaps I felt like a grandmother -- I…
Passage [534]

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