Welcome...to Jurassic Park!

Grant Knew That People Could Not Imagine Geological Time. Human Life Was Lived On Another Scale Of Time Entirely. An Apple Turned Brown In A Few Minutes. Silverware Turned Black In A Few Days. A Compost Heap Decayed In A Season. A Child Grew Up In A Decade. None Of These Everyday Human Experiences Prepared People To Be Able To Imagine The Meaning Of Eighty Million Years - The Length Of Time That Had Passed Since This Little Animal Had Died.

Praise Not The Day Until Evening Has Come, A Woman Until She Is Burnt, A Sword Until It Is Tried, A Maiden Until She Is Married, Ice Until It Has Been Crossed, Beer Until It Has Been Drunk.

Everyone Has A Hidden Agenda. Except Me!

Having Wallowed In A Delightful Orgy Of Anti-french Sentiment, Having Deplored And Applauded The Villains Themselves, Having Relished The Foibles Of Bankers, Railwaymen, Diplomats, And Police, The Public Was Now Ready To See Its Faith Restored In The Basic Soundness Of Banks, Railroads, Government, And Police.

No Man Is So Good As To Be Free From All Evil, Nor So Bad As To Be Worth Nothing.