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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Hey, I just got back from my Sunday walk and NYT reading. Just read that piece.
Did Palin ever think or even care that once she chose to use the "we" approach she just insults millions of thinking Americans? Obviously not. We'll see the "real" America on Nov 4. Did you catch that article in the NYT Mag about the vegan dude who runs the Humane Society? Meatless weenies it is!
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