a friend found this postcard, c. 1907, at scott's last weekend----poor cupid looks like he's been run over or something, which is par for the course for most of us, if you get to thinking about it----
valentine's day itself has taken some hits: the hindus are beating up on valentine lovers---the saudis banned red roses----and, of course, the catholics tossed st. valentine off their calendar of saints entirely---
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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
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