Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-07-06 15:24
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Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full character'd with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain,
Beyond all date; even to eternity:
Or, at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist;
Till each to raz'd oblivion yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be miss'd.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more:
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import forgetfulness in me.
Love, and do what you like.
Information is the oxygen of the modern age. It seeps through the walls
topped by barbed wire, it wafts across the electrified borders.
Nothing lasts except beauty--and I shall create that.
-Thomas Wolfe, Letters to His Mother (1943)