"I have the gravest suspicions of sophistication. I have never discovered it in nature; and to me it seems that instead of being a proof of enlightenment and culture, it is the evidence rather of ignorance, and perhaps of folly. It is the triumph of shallowness and sterility. The real trouble with a sophisticated person is that he knows too much, not that he knows too little." Archibald Rutledge
I've never desired to be sophisticated, mainly because I associate it with formal wear, cigarettes in long holders, and a studied boredom; things that make me want to run the other way. But Mr. Rutledge nails it on the head with his description, doesn't he?
Here's a little bit of information on Archibald Rutledge. He was once South Carolina's poet laureate and lived at Hampton Plantation, a little bit north of Charleston. He wrote quite a few books of poetry and of his growing up years on the plantation. I've read a few, and they're charming. I bought Life's Extras on Amazon. There are many copies available online. His most well-known and popular is Home By The River. Someday I hope to go visit the house which is open year-round to visitors.
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Beautiful home! It looks a bit ... sophisticated :) Perhaps not really. I've never read Mr. Rutledge, but I'll keep an eye out for his writing now.
Ha, ha! I thought the same as M.K.! But I suppose sophistication is a state of mind, and his fancy surroundings may have been part of what reminded him that sophistication wasn't such a hot thing? ;)
Anyway, the book looks very good. I'll check into it!
Maybe he's talking about lofty talk that gets tiresome instead of physical sophistication (how things look). His house is pretty fancy!
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