Wow! This is truly a beautiful story...one of those that I will return to again and again. Well written. Beautifully poetic, metaphorical and inspiring. A true classic. Sad that it was ever forgotten and out of print. Move this to the top of your to-read list.
When David was four, his father took him to live in the mountains where he taught David of the beautiful things in life. They learned from nature and from books and from music. It was an exceptional education. When David was ten, his father knew he was dying and took David down the mountain but died before he could find a caretaker for David. David was left with only his own violin, his fathers violin, some gold pieces and two notes his father wrote on the side of the road as he was dying. One note was for David and one for whoever would be his caretaker. Encouraged by his father's words in his note and his upbringing, David goes forth to find his work in the world where he encounters real cynicism, evil and disappointment for the first time in his life. He is a puzzle for others to understand including his identity, for he only knows himself as David, just David.
This was recommended to me by my sister, a rare treat which spoke volumes to me if she was going to go out of her way to recommend it to me twice. It was a favorite of her father-in-law who would read it with tears in his eyes. After he died last year, she read it for the first time and at once knew why he loved it so much. She is anxious to return to it again.
Some of my favorite parts:
"We must go away. Out in the great world there are men and women and children waiting for you. You've a beautiful work to do; and one can't do one's work on a mountain-top."
"I shall not return, but some day you will come to me, your violin at your chin, and the bow drawn across the strings to greet me. See that it tells me of the beautiful world you have left-for it is a beautiful world, David; never forget that. And if sometime you are tempted to think it is not a beautiful world, just remember that you yourself can make it beautiful if you will."
"Father says that I'm one little instrument in the great Orchestra of Life, and that I must see to it that I'm always in tune, and don't drag or hit false notes."
"Oh, I wasn't idle, sir. Father said I must never be that. He said every instrument was needed in the great Orchestra of Life; and that I was one, you know, even if I was only a little boy. And he said if I kept still and didn't do my part, the harmony wouldn't be complete."
"Why I learned it...Same as I learned German and other things with father, out of books, you know. Didn't you learn French when you were a little boy?"
"Oh, it wouldn't be a useless walk, sir. Father said nothing was useless that helped to keep us in tune, you know."
"A sundial counts its hours by the shadow the sun throws, and when there is no sun there is no shadow; hence it's only the sunny hours that are counted by the dial."
"You see, I did think, once, that because you had all these beautiful things around you, the hours ought to be sunny ones. But now I know it isn't what's around you; it's what is IN you!"