Posted by tomitron at 8/20/2015 08:34:00 PM
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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Yeah. It was a placeholder for some developer when it was sold by the school. Probably would have been demolished; and I'm not being deliberately cynical. I walked right past that Bell Building 30 minutes ago. Another historic building that will likely be torn usunder, by a university with both a historic preservation program and a public history program.
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