“And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers - shriveled now, and brown and flat and brittle – to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.”
(The Time Machine by H.G. Wells, Epilogue)
Monday, October 17, 2005
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