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‘You know the fairy tale about the man who died, don’t you? He was waiting in Eternity to find out what the Lord had decided to do…
‘The towers of Notre Dame cut clean and grayThe evening sky,’— Willa Cather, Paris
‘Every now and then a man’s mind is stretched by a new idea or sensation, and never shrinks back to its former dimensions.’- Oliver…
‘In the fresh forest depths, no sound…I am goingHome.’
‘Suppose you are the driver of a trolley. The trolley rounds a bend, and there come into view ahead five track workmen, who have been…