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By EUGENE MeCAKTHY
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The Rand Corporation, one of America's leading corporations, which also features a think tank, has for some time been running an advertisement in the better business magazines touting a course in “Listing.” The advertisement suggests, if it does not positively assert, that most persons, or many, fail to rise in the business world and in the professions because they do not listen, or do not listen correctly.
I did not subscribe to Rand Corporation’s course, but was moved by its advertisements to wonder whether I was listening well Possibly, I thought, I bad been missing something or many things. Possibly I was not thinking clearly because I had not been listening.
I resolved to listen attentively for a whole day, beginning just before dawn when I listened to the varied notes of the small birds, wood sparrows, principally, I think, in the cedar hedge adjacent to my bedroom window. After a half hour of this listening, I heard the firat morning cawing of the crows, followed by the cry of the catbirds, and of the blue jays, and then the drumming of woodpeckers on dead pine and tulip trees. By seven o’clock, when I should have been getting up to begin work on a book I am supposed to be writing, I was still in bed, listening.
New sounds had come on, domestic ones: The crowing of Maiy McCoy’s rooster and the bleating of her goats. The early morning plaintive mooing of Bill Senkewitz’s cow, either calling for a calf, or for a neighbor’s bull. Then came the raucous sound of Nelson Lane’s jackass, reminding me of dawn in Jerusalem, and prompting me to listen in vain for the cry of muezzin, calling the faithful to morning prayer.
All through the day, 1 kept listening, according to the prescription of Rand Corporation. Each time, as I was about to stop listening, and go in to my typewriter, another sound distracted me — the mid-morning scream of a hawk, the skittering sound of the kingfisher as he skimmed above the pond water, the September humming bird, buzzing in late flowers, the nooiHdsy
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