From: hjkhjkhd@hhhh.com   
      
   "Martha Bridegam"  wrote in message   
   news:sxoNg.86$Ij.60@newssvr14.news.prodigy.com...   
   > Just found myself thinking about the thread John Rennie started five years   
   > ago today captioned, "To all that we love and cherish in America."   
   >   
   > Also the "Clinging to our average day" thread where we helped each other   
   > through the numb stage by listing favorite first lines of novels.   
   >   
   > Whoever's still reading, thank you for the goodwill we managed here once   
   > under pressure.   
   >   
   > /M   
      
   And in the spirit of that thread, one last entry from a book I just picked   
   up:   
      
   'Once, very long ago, before ever the flowers were named which struggled and   
   fluttered below the rain-swept walls, there sat at an upper window a   
   princess and a slave reading a story which even then was old: or, rather, to   
   be entirely prosaic, on the wet afternoon of the Nones of May in the year   
   (as it was computed later) of Our Lord 273, in the city of Colchester,   
   Helena, red-haired, youngest daughter of Coel, Paramount Chief of the   
   Trinovantes, gazed into the rain while her tutor read the Iliad of Homer in   
   a Latin paraphrase.'   
      
      
   Waugh, Helena.   
      
   There'll never be another!   
      
   ROBBIE   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)