“He didn’t want us to feel badly. He told us it would happen one day and he didn’t want us to cry. He didn’t teach us how, you know. He didn’t want us to know. He said it was the worst thing that could happen to a man to know how to be lonely and know how to be sad and then to cry. So we’re not to know what crying is, or being sad.”
One of the things I love about Bradbury is how impatient he is with this line of thinking, and sees how dangerous it is: If someone thinks that the worst feeling is being sad, what might they justify doing to prevent themselves from ever feeling sad again?
