Fate Intervened. Some Of Us, That Day,

Today My Winged Horse Is Coming And I Am Carrying You Off To The Moon And On The Moon We Will Eat Rose Petals.

Bridge Is A Game For The Undivided Intellect.

It Might Be Suggested, And Not Easily Disproven That Anything, No Matter How Exotic, Can Be Believed By Someone. On The Other Hand, Abstract Belief Is Largely Impossible; It Is The Concrete, The Actuality Of The Cup, The Candle, The Sacrificial Stone, Which Hardens Belief; The Statue Is Nothing Until It Cries, The Philosophy Is Nothing Until The Philosopher Is Martyred.

The Number Of People Who Expected Mrs. Hutchinson To Win A Bendix Washer Would Amaze You.

Oh Constance, We Are So Happy.