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She keeps her scents
in a dressing-case.
And her sense?
In some undiscoverable place.

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—

I, too, am America.

Goodbye, goodbye!
There was so much to love, I could not love it all;
I could not love it enough.

Some things I overlooked, and some I could not find.
Let the crystal clasp them
When you drink your wine, in autumn.

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.

Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die.

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.

I expect to pass this way but once;
any good therefore that I can do,
or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature,
let me do it now.
Let me not defer or neglect it,
for I shall not pass this way again.

Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, belovèd,
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,—
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

Somewhere at the edge of the bell curve is the girl for you.

Andreev reflection is when electrons get reflected from superconductors, ass holes.

The other day someone left a piece of plasticine in my dressing room. I didn't know what to make of it.

Dudley:
Do you think you’ve learned from your mistakes?

Peter:
Oh, yes, I’ve learned from my mistakes and I’m sure I could repeat them exactly.

Bennett:
Who do you think may have perpetrated this awful crime?

Cook:
Well, we believe this to be the work of thieves, and I’ll tell you why. The whole pattern is very reminiscent of past robberies where we have found thieves to be involved. The tell-tale loss of property—that’s one of the signs we look for, the snatching away of the money substances—it all points to thieves.

Bennett:
So you feel that thieves are responsible?

Cook:
Good heavens, no! I feel that thieves are totally irresponsible. They’re a ghastly group of people, snatching away your money, stealing from you . . .

Bennett:
I appreciate that, Sir Arthur, but . . .

Cook:
You may appreciate it, but I don’t. I’m sorry I can’t agree with you. If you appreciate having your money snatched away from you I will have to consider you some sort of odd fish . . .

Bennett:
You misunderstand me, Sir Arthur, but who in your opinion is behind the criminals?

Cook:
Well, we are—considerably.

MINERS REFUSE TO WORK AFTER DEATH

DRUNK GETS NINE MONTHS IN VIOLIN CASE

STOLEN PAINTING FOUND BY TREE

30-YEAR FRIENDSHIP ENDS AT ALTAR

PROTESTERS TRY TO SPOIL PLAY BUT ACTORS SUCCEED IT

KIDS MAKE NUTRITIOUS SNACKS

PROSTITUTES APPEAL TO POPE

BRITISH LEFT WAFFLES ON FALKLAND ISLANDS

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