Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
2 comments:
I grew up watching her on "What's My Line." Or was it "To Tell The Truth?" One of those.
She always struck me as poised, handsome, and intelligent.
96? If only to live so long and so well.
A good American in the good sense.
i agree---although we always wondered why she was famous in the first place---
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