John

“God is indeed a jealous God He cannot bear to see That we had rather not with Him But with each other play. Emily Dickinson, c.1864”
― Christopher Burns, The Seashell Anthology of Great Poetry

“So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the—riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.”
― James Joyce, Finnegans Wake

“Americans ignore history”
― Frances FitzGerald, Fire in the Lake: The Vietnamese and the Americans in Vietnam

“The whole life-energy of the greatest nations had been poured out in wrath and slaughter.”
― Winston S. Churchill, The Gathering Storm, 1948