Hindsight Is The Historian's Necessary Vice.

You Can Have A Silence Full Of Words. A Lute Retains, In Its Bowl, The Notes It Has Played. The Viol, In Its Strings, Holds A Concord. A Shriveled Petal Can Hold Its Scent, A Prayer Can Rattle With Curses; An Empty House, When The Owners Have Gone Out, Can Still Be Loud With Ghosts.

You Mustn't Stand About. Come Home With Me To Dinner.’ ‘no.’ More Shakes His Head. ‘i Would Rather Be Blown Around On The River And Go Home Hungry. If I Could Trust You Only To Put Food In My Mouth – But You Will Put Words Into It.

To Me, Hillary [clinton] Looks Alright. She Looks Like The Kind Of Woman I Admire. She Doesn't Seem To Have Distorted Her Essential Nature.

This Was An Idea Peculiar To Camille, Maximilien Thought, That The Worse Things Get, The Better They Get. No One Else Seems To Think This Way.

My Concern Is Less The Monarchy As Such Than The Attempt Of A Fading Colonial Power To Hang Onto Grandeur.