it was quite a genre of eateries at one time --- mammy's shanty on peachtree, johnny reb's dixieland on roosevelt highway, and the swamp guinea, a weird place we used to go to out in madison county when i was at uga where you drive in to the sight of a negro effigy hanging from the upright tongue of a wagon --- these have all now been sanitized into cracker barrels and sonny's --- aunt fanny's was the original
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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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hooray!
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