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MORNING --- MOROCCO --- MOSCOW
MOTHER-IN-LAW --- MOTHERS
MOTIVATION --- MOTIVES
MOTORCYCLES
MOUNTAINS

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MORNING

see "CARPE DIEM"
see "RISE & SHINE"
see "TIME" for related links


Photograph: Morning in the Adirondacks.


Oh, what a beautiful mornin',
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I've got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rythin's goin' my way.
--Oscar Hammerstein II (1895—1960)
American songwriter.
"Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin'"
[1943 song] in the musical _Oklahoma_

It's completely usual for me to get up in the morning,
take a look around, and laugh out loud.
--Barbara Kingsolver (1955— )
American author.
_High Tide in Tucson: Essays from Now or Never_ [1996]

I have always delighted at the prospect of a new
day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps
a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the
morning.
--J.B. [John Boynton] Priestley (1894—1984)
English novelist, playwright and critic.

Do not shorten the morning by getting up late;
look upon it as the quintessence of life, as to
a certain extent sacred.
--Arthur Schopenhauer (1788—1860)
German philosopher.
_Counsels and Maxims_, ch. 2

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matutinal (adj.)
Of, relating to, or occurring in the morning; early.
matutinally (adverb)




MOROCCO

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see "PLACES" for related links


Morocco is like a tree nourished by roots deep in the
soil of Africa which breathes through foliage rustling
to the winds of Europe. Yet Morocco's existence is not
only vertical. Horizontally it looks to the East, with
which it is bound by ties of religion and culture. Even
if we wished to sever those ties — and we do not wish
to, — it would be impossible.
--Hassan II (1929—1999)
King of Morocco from 1961.
The Challenge_ [1979]

The bus to Marrakesh, Morocco,
Traverses landscapes simply socko
The agricultural economy
Suggests the book of Deuteronomy
The machine has not replaced the mammal
And everything is done by camel.
I hope I'll never learn what flesh
I ate that day in Marrakesh,
But after struggling with a jawful
I thought it tasted humpthing awful.
--Ogden Nash (1902—1971)
American writer of humorous poetry.
'Morocco', _Everything but Me and Thee_ [1964]




MOSCOW
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see "COMMUNISM"
see: "RUSSIA"
see "PLACES" for other related links


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My first impression of Moscow was of violent impact — a feeling
so intense that, seeing the Kremlin for the first time, I wanted
to swallow it in one gulp. This was the real blood and bones of
Russia — of Muscovy, of Pushkin's Golden-Headed Moscow.

The Kremlin! What words can conjure up this fabulous
conglomeration of palaces, churches, prisons, treasure-houses,
belfries, gilded cupolas, pinnacles and crimson walls? Its terror,
its legends, its loveliness are like nothing else in all the world.
No life, I felt, would be long enough to know it in all its aspects.
Seeing it rising, sumptuous and barbaric, archetypl Russia,
shimmering above the grey waters of the Moskva river, my
degree of possessive, lovers' greed was such that my mouth
watered.

Over the years the Kremlin's beauty has never staled for me. No
other building or site compares and, for me, it remains the eighth
wonder of the world.

--Lesley Blanch,
_Journey into the Mind's Eye_ [1968]

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Moscow has changed. I was here in 1982, during the
Brezhnev twilight, and things are better now. For
instance, they've got litter. In 1982 there was
nothing to litter with.
--P.J. O'Rourke (1947— )
American political satirist.
_Holidays in Hell_ [1989]


The only way to enforce a contract is, as it were,
with a contract — and plenty of enforcers. What
would be litigiousness in New York is a hail of bullets
in Moscow. Instead of a society infested with lawyers,
they have a society infested with hit men. Which is
worse, of course, is a matter of opinion.
--P.J. O'Rourke (1947— )
American political satirist.
_Eat the Rich_ [1998]

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MOTHER-IN-LAW

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see "HOME & FAMILY" for related links


[Pakistan is] the sort of place to send your
mother-in-law for a month, all expenses paid.
--Ian Botham (1955— )
British cricketer and cricket commentator.
(In a BBC Radio interview [17 March 1984] The
following month he was fined by the Test and
County Cricket Board for making the remark.)

Honolulu — it's got everything. Sand for the
children, sun for the wife, sharks for the
wife's mother.
--Ken Dodd (1927— )
English comedian and singer songwriter.
In Jon Winokur
_The Traveling Curmudgeon_, P. 28 [2003].

Never rely on the glory of the morning
or the smiles of your mother-in-law.
--Japanese Proverb

Everything has its drawbacks, as the man said when
his mother-in-law died, and they came down upon
him for the funeral expenses.
--Jerome K Jerome (1859—1927)
English novelist and playwright.
_Three Men in Boat_, ch. 3 [1889]

She is an old lady and the age of chivalry is not dead
while a Gudgeon lives. Perhaps a different son-in-law
might have described her as a sensless, whining, nagging,
leather-faced old whitlow not fit to cohabit with a
rhinoceros beetle. But I wouldn't.
--Lennie Lower (1903—1947)
Australian journalist.
_How's Luck?_ ch. 22

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In Texas, when Orvell Lloyd was asked why he had killed his
mother-in-law, he said he had mistaken her for a raccoon.
_The Folio Book of Humorous Anecdotes_
Introduced by Edward Leeson [2005], "Crime and the Law"

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If you don't need them, don't feed them.
That goes for cats, rats, mother-in-laws
and so forth.
--James Murphy, rodent control officer,
Washington, D.C., in the "New York Times,"
[10 August 1985].

Just got back from a pleasure trip: I took my
mother-in-law to the airport.
--Henny Youngman (1906—1998)
English-born American stand-up comedian.

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Secretary: "It must be hard to lose your mother-in-law."
W. C. Fields: "Yes it is, very hard. It's almost impossible."

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A youthful beef-packer named Young,
One day, when his nerves were unstrung,
Pushed his wife's ma, unseen,
In the chopping machine,
Then canned it and labelled it 'Tongue'.
--anon.

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An older gentleman was on the operating table
awaiting surgery and he insisted that his son, a
renowned surgeon, perform the operation.

As he was about to get the anesthesia,
he asked to speak to his son.

"Yes, Dad, what is it? "

"Don't be nervous, son; do your best and just
remember, if it doesn't go well, if something
happens to me, your mother is going to come
and live with you and your wife...."

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MOTHERS

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see "HOME & FAMILY" for related links


This is the reason why mothers are more devoted to their
children than fathers: it is that they suffer more in
giving them birth and are more certain that they are
their own.
--Aristotle (384—322 B.C.)
Greek philosopher.

Never marry a man who hates his mother,
because he'll end up hating you.
--Jill Bennett (1931—1990)
British actress.
In Connie Robertson
_The Wordsworth Dictionary of Quotations_, p. 37 [1998].

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"Somebody's Mother"
Mary D. Brine

The woman was old, and ragged, and gray,
And bent with the chill of a winter's day;
The streets were white with a recent snow,
And the woman's feet were aged and slow.

At the crowded crossing she waited long,
Jostled aside by the careless throng
Of human beings who passed her by,
Unheeding the glance of her anxious eye.

Down the street, with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of "school is out,"
Came happy boys, like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep,
Past the woman, so old and gray,
Hasten the children on their way.

None offered a helping hand to her,
So weak and timid, afraid to stir,
Lest the carriage wheels or the horse's feet
Should trample her down in the slippery street.

At last came out of the merry troop
The gayest boy of all the group;
He paused beside her, and whispered low,
"I'll help you across, if you wish to go."

Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so without hurt or harm,
He guided her trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were firm and strong;
Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.

"She's somebody's Mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged, and poor, and slow,
And some one, some time, may lend a hand,
To help my mother — you understand?
If ever she's poor, and old, and grey,
And her own dear boy so far away."

Somebody's mother bowed low her head,
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was: "God be kind to the noble boy,
Who is somebody's son, and pride and joy."

Faint was the voice, and worn and weak,
But heaven lists when its chosen speak;
Angels caught the faltering word,
And "Somebody's Mother's" prayer was heard.

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I have always admired the Esquimaux. One fine day a
delicious meal is cooked for dear old mother, and
then she goes walking away over the ice, and doesn't
come back.
--Agatha Christie (1890—1976)
British crime fiction writer.

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I did not have my mother long, but she cast over me
an influence which has lasted all my life. The good
effects of her early training I can never lose. If
it had not been for her appreciation and her faith in
me at a critical time in my experience, I should never
likely have become an inventor.

I was always a careless boy, and with a mother of
different mental calibre, I should have turned out
badly. But her firmness, her sweetness, her
goodness, were potent powers to keep me in the
right path. My mother was the making of me. The
memory of her will always be a blessing to me.

--Thomas Alva Edison (1847—1931)
American inventor.

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A mother is not a person to lean on but a person
to make leaning unnecessary.
--Dorothy Canfield Fisher (1879—1958)
American educational reformer and social activist.

You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be —
I had a mother who read to me.
--Strickland Gillian (1869—1954)
"The Reading Mother"

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Mom and Pop were just a couple of kids when they
got married. . . . Mom was working as a maid with
a white family. When they found out she was going
to have a baby they just threw her out. Pop's
family just about had a fit, too, when they heard
about it. They were real society folks and they
never heard of things like that going on in their
part of East Baltimore.

But both kids were poor. And when you're poor, you
grow up fast. It's a wonder my mother didn't end
up in the workhouse and me as a foundling. But
Sadie Fagan loved me from the time I was just a
swift kick in the ribs while she scrubbed floors.

She went to the hospital and made a deal with the
head woman there. She told them she'd scrub floors
and wait on the other bitches laying up there to
have their kids so she could pay her way and mine.
And she did. Mom was thirteen that Wednesday, April
7, 1915, in Baltimore when I was born.

--Billie Holliday [Eleanora Fagan] (1915—1959)
American jazz singer.
_Lady Sings the Blues_ [1956], "Some Other Spring"

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All I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
--Abraham Lincoln (1809—1865)
American Republican statesman, President [1861—1865].

When I was a small boy and unhappy I used to dream
night after night that my life at school was all a
dream and that I should wake to find myself at home
again with my mother. Her death was a wound that
fifty years have not entirely healed.
--W. Somerset Maugham (1874—1965)
English novelist, playwright, and short-story writer.
_The Summing Up_ [1938], Chapter LXXVII

Every mother is like Moses. She does not enter the promised
land. She prepares a world she will not see.
--Pope Paul VI [Giovanni Battista Enrico Antonio Maria Montini]
(1897—1978) Pope [1963—1978].

It is a dead-end job. You've no sooner learned
the skills than you are redundant.
--Claire Rayner (1931— )
English journalist.
(On motherhood.)

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It seems like yesterday that my wife, son, and
daughter stood shoulder to shoulder with me in a
viewing room when Dad walked in wearing his three-
piece suit. Two-piece was in style, but he didn't
care. It was mom's favorite.

The gold had rubbed off his watch chain and the
chrome underneath was shining through, but his
shoulders were still square beneath his
distinguished chin. He maintained perfect
composure and stepped up to the casket. He bent
down and whispered in her unhearing ear those
same words, just loud enough for us to hear:
"Lois, darling, I love you."

I felt a knot in my throat like the one I felt
during my first body count in Vietnam. It's a pain
that is the product of wordlessness. Maybe they're
words from the soul that have no motor for transfer
to the physical. I tried to cough, but only squeaked.
I felt my breath being very shallow. I wasn't used
to this kind of pain.

The woman whose paps I had sucked, upon whose breast I
laid my boyish head to hear her heart beat was gone.
Suddenly those days as a little boy seemed only yesterday.
I wanted her to hold me one more time. I wanted to hear
"Amazing Grace" hummed just beneath her breath.

--Dave Roever (1946— )
_Scarred_ [1995], "My Hero"

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No matter how old a mother is she watches her
middle-aged children for signs of improvement.
--Florida Scott-Maxwell (1884—1979)
_The Measure of My Days_ [1968]

"Working mother" is a misnomer. . . . It implies that any mother
without a definite career is indolently not working, lolling around
eating bon-bons, reading novels, and watching soap operas.
But the word "mother" is already a synonym for some of the
hardest, most demanding work ever shouldered by any human.
--Liz Smith (1923— )
American gossip columnist.
_The Mother Book_ [1978], "Work, Work, Work!"

An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.
--Spanish proverb

Mother is the name for God on the lips
and in the hearts of little children.
--William Makepeace Thackeray (1811—1863)
English novelist.

The hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
--William Ross Wallace (1819—1881)
American poet.
"What rules the world" [1865] st. 1

His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.
--Mae West (1893—1980)
American stage and film actress.

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When I was in public school, I had the same teacher for three years
(grades one-four in an accelerated class).

She was fairly young then, and still teaching when my mother and I
ran into her in a local store and stopped to chat.

It was a fabric store, and she asked my mother, who, as she knew,
had made all my clothes when I was in her class, a couple of
questions about the best way to make curtains, and then commented
that my mother was obviously as smart as I thought. Apparently, for
twenty years, I had stood out in her memory because, one day, I had
told her she was very smart, and knew nearly as much as my mother.

--author unknown, alt.fifty-plus.friends

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This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms,
wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK
honey, Mommy's here." when they keep crying and won't stop.

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk
stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who DON'T.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.

And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. This is for all the
mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at football or soccer games
Friday night instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did
you see me ?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the World,"
and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them
in despair when they stomp their feet like a tired 2-year old who wants ice cream
before dinner.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about
making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.

For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then
read it again. "Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before
they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to
sink a jump shot.

This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls
"Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own off spring are at home.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches,
assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from
the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words
to reach them.

For all the mothers who bite their lips sometimes until they bleed — when their
14 year olds dye their hair green.

What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?

The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at
the same time?

Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter
disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?

The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib 2 A.M. to put
your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear
news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

For all the mothers of the victims of all these school shootings, and the
mothers of those who did the shooting.

For the mothers of the Survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their
TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.

This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves.

This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.
And mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married
Mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all. So hang in there.

--anon.

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Mother's Day Symbolism
The pink carnation is a gesture to honor a living mother,
while a white carnation is worn to symbolize remembrance.

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On Motherhood
Author Unknown

We are sitting at lunch when my friend casually mentions that she
and her husband are thinking of "starting a family". "We're taking a
survey," she says, half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"

"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral.

"I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more
spontaneous vacations...."

But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my friend, trying to
decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn
in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of
child bearing will heal, but that becoming a mother will leave her
with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.
I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper
without asking "What if that had been MY child?"

That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when
she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything
could be worse than watching your child die.

I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that
no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce
her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent
call of "Mom!" will cause her to drop a soufflι or her best crystal without
a moment's hesitation. I feel I should warn her that no matter how many
years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed
by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she will
be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her
baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of her discipline
to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is alright.

I want my friend to know that everyday decisions will no longer be
routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room
rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma.
That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children,
issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against
the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.

However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess
herself constantly as a mother.

Looking at my attractive friend, I want to assure her that eventually
she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the
same about herself. That her life, now so important, will be of less
value to her once she has a child. That she would give it up in a
moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more
years — not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child
accomplish theirs.

I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will
become badges of honor.

My friend's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the
way she thinks. I wish she could understand how much more you can
love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates
to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love
with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.

I wish my friend could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout
history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving. I hope
she will understand why I can think rationally about most issues, but
become temporarily insane when I discuss the threat of nuclear war
to my children's future.

I want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child
learn to ride a bike. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a
baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or a cat for the first
time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real, it actually hurts.

My friend's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed
in my eyes.

"You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reach across the table,
squeeze my friend's hand and offer a silent prayer for her, and for
me, and for all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way
into this most wonderful of callings.

The blessed gift of God and that of being a Mother.

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Famous Mothers

COLUMBUS' MOTHER: "I don't care what you've discovered,
you still could have written!"

MICHELANGELO'S MOTHER: "Can't you paint on walls like
other children? Do you have any idea how hard it is to
get that stuff off the ceiling?"

NAPOLEON'S MOTHER: "All right, if you aren't hiding your
report card inside your jacket, take your hand out of there
and show me."

ABRAHAM LINCOLN'S MOTHER: "Again with the stovepipe hat?
Can't you just wear a baseball cap like the other kids?"

GEORGE WASHINGTON'S MOTHER: "The next time I catch you
throwing money across the Potomac, you can kiss your
allowance good-bye!"

THOMAS EDISON'S MOTHER: "Of course I'm proud that you
invented the electric light bulb. Now turn it off and get to
bed!"

PAUL REVERE'S MOTHER: "I don't care where you think you
have to go, young man, midnight is past your curfew."

ALBERT EINSTEIN'S MOTHER: "But it's your senior picture.
Can't you do something about your hair? OY! Styling gel,
mousse, something...?"

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My four-year-old son, Shane, had been asking for a puppy for over a month
but his Daddy kept saying, "No dogs! A dog will dig up the garden and chase
the ducks and kill our rabbits. No dog, and that's final!"

Each night Shane prayed for a puppy, and each morning he was disappointed
when there was no puppy waiting outside. I was peeling potatoes for dinner,
and he was sitting on the floor at my feet asking for the thousandth time,
"Why won't Daddy let me have a puppy?"

"Because they are a lot of trouble. Don't cry. Maybe Daddy will change his mind
someday," I encouraged him.

"No, he won't and I'll never have a puppy in a million years," Shane wailed.

I looked into his dirty, tear-streaked face. How could we deny him his one
wish? So I said the words that were first spoken by Eve, "I know a way to
make Daddy change his mind."

"Really?" Shane wiped away his tears and sniffed.

I handed him a potato

"Take this and carry it with you until it turns into a puppy," I whispered. "Never
let it out of your sight for one minute. Keep it with you all the time, and on the
third day, tie a string around it and drag it around the yard and see what happens!"

Shane grabbed the potato with both hands. "Mama, how do you make a potato
into a puppy?" He turned it over and over in his little hands.

"Shh! It's a secret!" I whispered and sent him on his way. "Lord, you know what
a woman must do to keep peace in her home!" I prayed.

Shane faithfully carried his potato around for two days, he slept with it, bathed
with it and talked to it.

On the third day I said to my husband, "We really should get a pet for Shane."

"What makes you think he needs a pet?" my husband leaned against the
doorway.

"Well, he's been carrying a potato around with him for days. He calls it Wally
and says it is his pet He sleeps with it on his pillow and right now he has a
string tied to it and he's dragging it around the yard," I said.

"A potato?" my husband asked and looked out the window and watched Shane
taking his potato for a walk.

"It will break his heart when the potato gets mushy and rots," I said and
started getting out food for lunch, "Besides, every time I try to peel potatoes
for dinner, Shane cries because he says I'm killing Wally's family."

"A potato?" my husband asked, "My son has a pet potato?"

"Well," I said shrugging, "you said he couldn't have a puppy. He was so
disappointed, in his mind, he decided he had to have a pet..."

"Maybe you're right, but explain to me why he is dragging that potato
around the yard on a string," he said.

My husband watched our son for a few more minutes. "I'll bring home
a puppy tonight, I'll stop by the animal shelter after work. I guess a
puppy can't be that much trouble," he sighed, "It's better than a potato."

That night Shane's Daddy brought home a wiggling puppy and a pregnant
white cat that he took pity on while he was at the shelter. Everyone was
happy. My husband thought he'd saved his son from a nervous breakdown.
Shane had a puppy, a cat and five kittens and believed his Mother had
magic powers that could change a potato into a puppy. And I was happy
because I got my potato back and cooked it for dinner.

Everything was perfect until one evening when I was cooking dinner,
Shane tugged on my dress and asked, "Mama, do you think I could
have a pony for my birthday?"

I looked into his sweet little face and said, "Well, first we have to
find a watermelon..."




MOTIVATION

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A hound started a hare from his lair, but after a long run,
gave up the chase. A goat-herd seeing him stop, mocked
him, saying "The little one is the best runner of the two."
The hound replied, "You do not see the difference
between us: I was only running for a dinner, but he
for his life."
--Ζsop (c. 620 B.C.—c. 560 B.C.)
(Thought to be a legendary figure.)
_Ζsop's Fables_
"The Hare and the Hound"

The best effect of any book is that it excites the reader to self activity.
--Thomas Carlyle (1795—1881)
Scottish historian and political philosopher.

Motivation is a fire from within. If someone else
tries to light that fire under you, chances are it
will burn very briefly.
--Stephen Covey (1932— )
American author.

In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how
to look and learn, the door is there and the key is
in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either
the key or the door to open, except yourself.
--Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895—1986)
Indian spiritual philosopher.

Motivation is an external, temporary high that pushes
you forward. Inspiration is a sustainable internal glow
which pulls you forward.
--Thomas Leonard,
Scottish poet

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Bob Richards, the Olympic pole vaulter of years ago,
loved to tell the story of the goof-off who played
around with football. He was somewhere between the
bench and off the team.

If there was mischief to be done, this kid was doing
it. Everything was casual, no big deal. And he
added very little to the team. He practiced, but he
wasn't committed. He had a uniform and would show
up to play, but never with enthusiasm. He liked to
hear the cheers, but not to charge the line. He
liked to wear the suit, but not to practice. He did
not like to put himself out.

One day the players were doing fifty laps, and this
showpiece was doing his usual five. The coach came
over and said, "Hey kid, here is a telegram for
you." The kid said, "Read it for me, Coach." He
was so lazy he did not even like to read.

The coach opened it up and read, "Dear son, your
father is dead. Come home immediately." The coach
swallowed hard. He said, "Take the rest of the week
off." He didn't care if he took the rest of the
year off.

Well, funny thing, game time came on Friday and here
came the teams rushing out on the field, and lo and
behold, the last kid out was the goof-off. No
sooner did the gun sound than the kid said, "Coach,
can I play today? Can I play?"

The coach thought, "Kid, you're not playing today.
This is homecoming. This is the big game. We need
every real guy we have, and you are not one of
them." Every time the coach turned around, the kid
badgered him: "Coach, please let me play. Coach, I
have got to play."

The first quarter ended with the score lopsided
against the coach and his team. At half time, they
were still further behind. The second half started,
and things got progressively worse. The coach,
mumbling to himself, began writing out his
resignation, and up came the kid. "Coach, Coach,
let me play, please!" The coach looked at the
scoreboard. "All right," he said, "get in there,
kid. You can't hurt anything now."

No sooner did the kid hit the field than his team
exploded. He ran, blocked, and tackled like a star.
The electricity leaped to the team. The score
evened up. In the closing seconds of the game, this
kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the
winning touchdown!

The stands broke loose. The kid was everybody's
hero. Such cheering you never heard. Finally the
excitement subsided and the coach got over to the
kid and said, "I never saw anything like that. What
in the world happened to you out there?"

He said, "Coach, you know my dad died last week."
"Yes," he said, "I read you the telegram." "Well,
Coach," he said, "my dad was blind. And today was
the first day he ever saw me play."

--Charles R. Swindoll (1934— )
American evanegelical Christian pastor.
_Living Above the Level of Mediocrity_ [1987],
"Vision: Seeing Beyond the Majority"




MOTIVES

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Abraham Lincoln and his law partner, William Herndon,
were arguing the question of whether or not any
person ever performs a completely unselfish act. They
were riding together through the country and came upon
a pig caught in a rail fence. Herndon pretended not
to see the animal and passed on by.

But Lincoln stopped, got down and waded through a
muddy ditch, pulled the rails apart and released the
pig. Herndon pointed triumphantly to Lincoln's
muddy shoes and spattered trousers, saying, "You
see now I am right. Men are capable of performing
unselfish deeds."

"Oh no," replied Lincoln, "if I had left that pig in
the fence, I would have worried about him all night.
I would have been so busy wondering if someone had
rescued him, or if he was still held between those
rails, that I would have lost my sleep. For my own
peace of mind, I had to rescue the animal. So, you
see, I was merely being selfish."

--Charles Livingston Allen (1913—2005)
American minister.
_The Greatest of These is Love_ [1986],
"Love Overcomes Destructive Emotions"

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We are all selfish and I no more trust
myself than others with a good motive.
--Lord Byron [George Gordon Byron] (1788—1824)
English Romantic poet and satirist.
Letter to Lady Melbourne [28 September 1813].

Give me virtuous actions, and I will
not quibble. . . about the motives.
--Lord Chesterfield [Philip Dormer Stanhope] (1694—1773)
British writer and politician.
Letter to his son [5 September 1748].

There comes a time in your life when people get very sweet
to you. I don't mind people being sweet to me. In fact,
I'm getting rather sweet back at them. But I'm a madly
irritating person, and I irritated them for years. . . I
think they're beginning to think I'm not going to be
around much longer.
--Katharine Hepburn (1907—2003)
American stage and motion-picture actress;
winner of four Academy Awards.

We should often blush at our noblest deeds if the
world were to see all their underlying motives.
--Franηois de La Rochefoucauld (1613—1680)
French classical author.
_Maxims_ 409 [1665] tr. Leonard Tancock [1959]

The greater part of our daily actions are the
result of hidden motives which escape our
observation.
--Gustave Le Bon (1841—1931)
French social psychologist best known for his study
of the psychological characteristics of crowds.
_The Crowd: A Study of the Popular Mind_, 1.1 [1895]
Viking Press edition [1960]

The shepherd drives the wolf from the sheep's throat, for which
the sheep thanks the shepherd as his liberator, while the wolf
denounces him for the same act as the destroyer of liberty,
especially as the sheep was a black one. Plainly the sheep
and the wolf are not agreed upon a definition of liberty.
--Abraham Lincoln (1809—1865)
American Republican statesman, President [1861—1865].
Speech in Baltimore, Maryland [18 April 1864].

A man always has two reasons for the things
he does — a good one and the real one.
--John Pierpont Morgan, Sr. (1837—1913)
American banker, financier, and benefactor of the arts.
Remark to an associate, in Ron Chernow
_The House of Morgan: An American Banking Dynasty
and the Rise of Modern Finance_ Ch. 6 [1990].

What is virtue, my friend? It is to do good.
Do it, that is enough. We shall not worry
about your motives.
--Voltaire (Franηois Marie Arouet) (1694—1778)
French writer and philosopher.
"Falseness of Human Virtues" in
_Philosophical Dictionary_ [1764], tr. Theodore Besterman [1971]




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MOTORCYCLES

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The true biker exults in laying down an onslaught of
noise that loosens the wisdom teeth of passers-by and
blows soup right out of the bowl along the road.
--Russell Baker (1925— )
American journalist and columnist.
_New York Times_ [21 July 1969]
"Gone With the Side Car" in the _New York Times_ [23 June 1987]

I believe many Harley guys spend more time revving their
engines than actually driving anywhere; I sometimes wonder
why they bother to have wheels on their motorcycles.
--Dave Barry (1947— )
American humorist.

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When my mood gets too hot and I find myself wandering beyond control,
I pull out my motorcycle and hurl it top-speed through these unfit roads
for hour after hour. My nerves are jaded and gone near dead, so that
nothing less than hours of voluntary danger will prick them into life.
--T. E. Lawrence (1888—1935)
English soldier and writer.


Another bend, and I have the honour of one of England's straightest
and fastest roads. The burble of my exhaust unwound like a long cord
behind be. Soon my speed snapped it, and I heard only the cry of the
wind which my battering head split and fended aside. The cry rose
with my speed to a shriek; while the air's coldness streamed like two
jets of iced water into my dissolving eyes. I screwed them to slits,
and focused my sight 200 yards ahead of me on the empty mosaic
of the tar's gravelled undulations.
--T. E. Lawrence (1888—1935)
English soldier and writer.
"The Road"

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When he was on the edge of sixty he yielded to
the fascination of a motor bicycle, and rode it
away from the factory for seventy-seven miles,
at the end of which, just outside his own door,
he took a corner too fast and was left sprawling.
--George Bernard Shaw (1856—1950)
Irish comic dramatist, literary critic, Socialist
propagandist, and winner of the Nobel Prize
for Literature in 1925 [he didn't accept it.]
Of himself, in "As Frank Ought To Have Done It."

This book is dedicated to all those men who betrayed
me at one time or another, in hopes they will fall off
their motorcycles and break their necks.
--Diane Wakoski
"The Motorcycle Betrayal Poems"




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MOUNTAINS

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Photograph: Mt. Colden (foreground) & Mt.
Marcy in the Adirondacks of New York State

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The Old Man
by Robert F Doane
Published 1939 at 13 years of age
Campton, New Hampshire

On the crest of a mighty mountain
Looking over the lake below,
A face with a human expression
Watches many a century go.

It was made from a mountain of granite
With the skill of a sculptor's hand,
And guards the green valley below it
As time passes over the land.

At dusk when the birds cease their carols
the wind murmurs through the trees,
There's a sense of sadness about you,
As you stand in the evening breeze.

You feel that a great respect's due him —
So mighty beneath the blue sky,
There are few who have not been inspired
By that face as they've passed it by.

And to me, as to Daniel Webster,
The thought comes now and again
That in the great State of New Hampshire
The Master of Sculptors makes men.

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Well, we knocked the bastard off!
(On conquering Mount Everest, 1953.)
--Edmund Hillary (1919—2008)
New Zealand mountaineer.
_Nothing Venture, Nothing Win_ [1975]

Because it's there.
(On being asked why he wanted to climb Mount Everest.)
--George Leigh Mallory (1886—1924)
British mountaineer.
In "New York Times" [18 March 1923].

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace
will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow
their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while
cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
--John Muir (1838—1914)
Scottish-born naturalist who was largely responsible
for the creation of Sequoia and Yosemite national parks.
_Our National Parks_ [1901] "The Yellowstone National Park"

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kap informs USENET:

Let me tell you a story about the Old Man in the Mountains.
I spent many summers in Maine and New Hampshire and so
when my kids got older I wanted to show them the beauty
of the region. One summer we drove to Franconia Notch in the
heart of the White Mountains. On the way up I told the two
kids that I would show them the Old Man in the Mountains —
a rock formation that over time has taken on the appearance
of (yes, you guessed it) an old man. We finally got there and
the four of us got out of the car, I pointed excitedly at the
Old Man and my daughter said: "So."

That's all she said, "So."

kap

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alpenglow [AL-puhn-gloh], noun:
A reddish glow seen near sunset or sunrise on the summits of mountains.

precipitous (adj.) [pri-'ci-pκ-tκs]
Extremely steep and thus resembling a precipice.


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