Words Were All He Knew; They Possessed

I Have Seen Lonely People Of Advancing Age, Yet As Constant As Angels, Keeping Faith To Those They Loved Who Fell In Wars That Current Generations, Not Having Known Them, Cannot Even Forget. The Sight Of Them Moving Hesitantly Among The Tablets And Crosses Is Enough To Break Your Heart.

New Technologies Will Always Demand And Deserve Careful Navigation And Difficult Readjustments. But The Weakening Or De Facto Abolition Of Copyright Will Not Merely Roil The Seas, It Will Drain Them Dry. Those Who Would Pirate What You Produce Have Developed An Elaborate Sophistry To Convince You That They Are Your Victim. They Aren't. Fight Back.

La Guerre, La Guerre, Everything La Guerre. That's How I Grew Up. So For Me, It's Real. It's Not Something In The Past.

She Died On A Windy Gray Day In March When The Sky Was Full Of Darting Crows And The World Lay Prostrate And Defeated After Winter. Peter Lake Was At Her Side And It Ruined Him Forever. It Broke Him As He Had Not Ever Imagined He Could Have Been Broken. He Would Never Again Be Young, Or Able To Remember What It Was Like To Be Young. What He Had Once Taken To Be Pleasures Would Appear To Him In His Defeat As Hideous And Deserved Punishments For Reckless Vanity.

There's An Expression In Yiddish, Which Is "der Gelernte Naar" - A "learned Fool." You Can Know A Great Deal, You Can Have A Ph.d., And You Can Still Be A Total Idiot.