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The Virginian is a novel that, despite its political incorrectness, despite its Noble Savage narrator view, despite its pontifications, still manages to spark all the Romanticism that lurks behind my jaded academic exterior. I am rereading it for the upteenth time, laughing at Em'ly the hen who hatches potatoes, the tale of the Frog Legs ranch, the baby swappin' prank, and the outsmarting of the over-zealous preacher. And "If a man ain't got no ideas of his own," says Scipio, "he ought to be mighty careful who he borrows them from."
I also recommend Ralph Moody, and not just cause he was a Coloradoan.
We're talking Atticus Finch sorts of heroics. C. S. Lewis once remarked that one outgrows fairy tales only to grow into them again. I hope that I will never grow too old to appreciate nobility: equality, justice, hard work, and mom's apple pie. Are these too much to long for?