Keep winding the Clock for tomorrow is another day.

Dear Mr. Nadeau: 

As long as there is one upright man, as long as there is one compassionate 

woman, the contagion may spread and the scene is not desolate. Hope is 

the thing that is left to us, in a bad time. 1 shall get up Sunday morning 

and wind the clock, as a contribution to order and steadfastness. 

Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say, the weather is 

a great bluffer. I guess the same is true Of Our human society—things can 

100k dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed, sometimes 

rather suddenly. It is quite obvious that the human race has made a queer 

mess of life on this planet. But as a people we probably harbor seeds of 

goodness that have lain for a long time waiting to sprout when the 

conditions are right. Man's curiosity, his relentlessness, his inventiveness, 

his ingenuity have led him into deep trouble. We can only hope that these 

same traits will enable him to claw his way out. 

Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for 

tomorrow is another day. 

Sincerely. 

E.B white

WIND THE CLOCK 

E. B. WHITE to MR NADEAU 

March 30th, 1973 

Author E, B. White won numerous awards in his lifetime, and with good reason. Born in 

1899. he was one of the greatest essayists of his time. writing countless influential 

pieces for both The New Yorker and Harper's; in 1959, he co-authored the multi-million 

selling, expanded edition of The Elements of Style to much acclaim; he wrote children's 

books which have gone on to become classics, such as Stuart tittle and Charlotte's 

Web. He was also responsible for writing hundreds Of wonderful letters. 

In March 1973, he wrote the following perfectly formed reply to a Mr Nadeau, who 

sought White's opinion on what he saw a s a bleak future for the human race.