Whitney -- a nephew several times removed of cotton gin inventor Eli Whitney -- found there is less use for businesses like his in the place where cotton was once king.Whitney's great-grandfather, his grandfather and his father were in the cotton business of marketing cotton for the farmers who grew it. But now, 142-years after S.M. Whitney Co. opened in Augusta, it is closing.the king is dead; long live the king, whatever it is these days
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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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