"[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
Friday, August 18, 2006
Veritas
Comment made to me last night: "You're cool. When I first met you, I thought you were crazy and weird. And you are. But you're cool."
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