"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Wishful thinking
The Onion's latest funny yet hearthbreaking and tragic "news":
Bush Regales Dinner Guests With Impromptu Oratory on Virgil's Minor Works
Counting down the months until Season 7 of The West Wing...
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