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;void(0)) . . . REST see: "BED" see: "DREAMS" see: "IDLENESS" see: "INACTIVITY" see: "LEISURE" see: "NIGHT" see: "PEACE" see: "QUIET" see: "SLEEP" see: "SOLITUDE" see: "ENTERTAINMENT, HOBBIES, & LEISURE ACTIVITIES" for other related links - Let's take a boat to Bermuda — Let's take a plane to Saint Paul — Let's take a kayak To Quincy or Nyack, Let's get away from it all. Let's take a trip in a trailer — No need to come back at all — Let's take a powder To Boston for chowder, Let's get away from it all. We'll travel 'round from town to town, We'll visit ev'ry state. I'll repeat "I love you, Sweet!" In all the forty-eight. Let's go again to Niag'ra, This time we'll look at the Fall. Let's leave our hut, Dear, Get out of our rut, Dear, Let's get away from it all. --Tom Adair (1913—1988) American lyricist. "Let's Get Away From It All" [1940 song] w/music by Matt Dennis. - When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hopes hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go for a good spin down the road, without thought of anything but the ride you are taking. --Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859—1930) Scottish-born writer of detective fiction. Quoted in _The American Bee Keeper_ [May 1895]. The time to relax is when you don't have time for it. --attributed to Sydney J. Harris (1917—1986) American journalist. I am weary of swords and courts and kings. Let us go into the garden and watch the minister's bees. --Mary Johnston (1870—1936) American novelist. _To Have and To Hold_ [1899] Joy, and Temperance, and Repose Slam the door on the doctor's nose. --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807—1882) American poet. "The Best Medicines" in _The Belfry of Bruges and Other Poems_ [3rd ed., 1846]. Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the blue sky, is by no means waste of time. --Sir John Lubbock (1834—1913) The First Lord and Baron Avebury who was a British banker, politician, and archaeologist. _The Use of Life_ [1894], ch. IV "Recreation" Lie down and listen to the crabgrass grow, the faucet leak, and learn to leave them so. --Marya Mannes (1904—1990) American writer and critic. _But Will it Sell_ [1955-64] Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop. --Ovid [Publius Ovidius Naso] (43 B.C.—18 A.D.) Roman poet. _Ars amatoria_ "The Art of Love", II, 351 [c. 2 A.D.] It is wisdom to take occasional furlough. In the long run, we shall do more by sometimes doing less. --Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1834—1892) English nonconformist preacher. _Lectures To My Students_ [1875] ----- aestivate (or estivate) (verb) ['es-tê-veyt] Spend the summer, especially in a dormant state (antonym of "hibernate"). loll [lol], verb: 1. To recline or lean in a relaxed, lazy, or indolent manner; lounge. 2. To hang loosely; droop; dangle. quiescent [kwy-ES-uhnt; kwee-], adjective: Being in a state of repose; at rest; still; inactive. recumbent [ih-KUM-bunt], adjective: 1. Reclining; lying down. 2. Resting; inactive; idle. repose (noun) [ree-'poz] 1. Rest or relief from exertion, sleep; 2. A state of quiet, calm and tranquility, a state of total inactivity, death. respite (noun) ['res-pit] Rest or relief from or before something unpleasantly difficult, such as work or punishment. sabbatical [suh-BAT-i-kuhl], noun: Any extended period of leave from one's customary work, especially for rest, to acquire new skills or training, etc.. sedentary (adj.) ['se-dn-te-ri or 'se-dên-te-ri] Not migratory, settled, as "sedentary birds;" doing or requiring much sitting, as "a sedentary job. supine (adj.) [su-'pIn] 1. Lying on one's back, face upwards. 2. Inactive, indifferent, apathetic.   RESTAURANTS . . see: "FOOD & DRINK" for related links - A large dairy animal approached Zaphod Beeblebrox's table, a large fat meaty quadruped of the bovine type with large watery eyes, small horns and what might almost have been an ingratiating smile on its lips. 'Good evening', it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, 'I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in the parts of my body?' It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggled its hind quarters in to a more comfortable position and gazed peacefully at them. Its gaze was met by looks of startled bewilderment from Arthur and Trillian, a resigned shrug from Ford Prefect and naked hunger from Zaphod Beeblebrox. 'Something off the shoulder perhaps?' suggested the animal, 'Braised in a white wine sauce?' 'Er, your shoulder?' said Arthur in a horrified whisper. 'But naturally my shoulder, sir,' mooed the animal contentedly, 'nobody else's is mine to offer.' Zaphod leapt to his feet and started prodding and feeling the animal's shoulder appreciatively. 'Or the rump is very good,' murmured the animal. 'I've been exercising it and eating plenty of grain, so there's a lot of good meat there.' It gave a mellow grunt, gurgled again and started to chew the cud. It swallowed the cud again. 'Or a casserole of me perhaps?' it added. 'You mean this animal actually wants us to eat it?' whispered Trillian to Ford. 'Me?' said Ford, with a glazed look in his eyes, 'I don't mean anything.' 'That's absolutely horrible,' exclaimed Arthur, 'the most revolting thing I've ever heard.' 'What's the problem Earthman?' said Zaphod, now transferring his attention to the animal's enormous rump. 'I just don't want to eat an animal that's standing there inviting me to,' said Arthur, 'It's heartless.' 'Better than eating an animal that doesn't want to be eaten,' said Zaphod. 'That's not the point,' Arthur protested. Then he thought about it for a moment. 'Alright,' he said, 'maybe it is the point. I don't care, I'm not going to think about it now. I'll just ... er ... I think I'll just have a green salad,' he muttered. 'May I urge you to consider my liver?' asked the animal, 'it must be very rich and tender by now, I've been force-feeding myself for months.' 'A green salad,' said Arthur emphatically. 'A green salad?' said the animal, rolling his eyes disapprovingly at Arthur. 'Are you going to tell me,' said Arthur, 'that I shouldn't have green salad?' 'Well,' said the animal, 'I know many vegetables that are very clear on that point. Which is why it was eventually decided to cut through the whole tangled problem and breed an animal that actually wanted to be eaten and was capable of saying so clearly and distinctly. And here I am.' It managed a very slight bow. 'Glass of water please,' said Arthur. 'Look,' said Zaphod, 'we want to eat, we don't want to make a meal of the issues. Four rare steaks please, and hurry. We haven't eaten in five hundred and seventy-six thousand million years.' The animal staggered to its feet. It gave a mellow gurgle. 'A very wise choice, sir, if I may say so. Very good,' it said, 'I'll just nip off and shoot myself.' He turned and gave a friendly wink to Arthur. 'Don't worry, sir,' he said, 'I'll be very humane.' It waddled unhurriedly off to the kitchen. --Douglas Adams (1952—2001) British comic radio dramatist and author. _The Restaurant at the End of the Universe_ [1980] - Never eat at a place called Mom's. Never play cards with a man called Doc. Never go to bed with a woman whose troubles are greater than your own. --Nelson Algren (1909—1981) American novelist. _A Walk on the Wild Side_ [1956] "What Every Young Man Should Know" The concept of the "restaurant" itself originated in France. One Monsieur Boulanger, a Parisian dispenser of soups, advertised his dishes as "restoratives," or "restaurants. The word became popular, and a few years later, in 1782, the famous Beauvillier, aware that a traveler had no chance of a decent meal at a Paris inn, organized the first proper "restaurant," with a selection of respectable dishes. After the Revolution, the idea spread quickly, and Baleine opened the trend-setting Rocher de Concale. By the early nineteenth century Paris teemed with restaurants. For haute cuisine there were Very's, Hardi's, and the Quadron Bleu, to say nothing of Tortoni's, the center of romantic intrigue and the traditional site of the duelist's last breakfast, a bracer of pâtés, game, fish, broiled kidneys, and iced champagne. As Arthur Bryant, the British historian, concluded in _The Age of Elegance_: 'With his piquante sauces and petit-plats, his gilded mirrors, bright lights and marble tables — so different from the smokey, wainscotted chop houses of London — the restaurateur was the residuary legatee of the Revolution.' --Michael and Ariane Batterberry _On the Town in New York_ [1999] - ^^ His [John Bromley] favourite story, without which none of his speeches was complete, concerned a pub lunch. The sign outside the pub says, 'Come in for a pint, a pie and a friendly word.' The weary traveller pulls in, enters the pub and orders the pint and the pie. When he has taken his first sip of beer he says to the barman, 'Now, what about the friendly word?; whereupon the barman leans forward with a confidential air and says, 'Don't eat the pie.' --'The Best After-Dinner Stories', selected and introduced by Tim Heald [2003] ^^ In answer to queries, I'm pleased to report that historic John's Grill on Ellis, reopened after a disastrous fire, is unchanged from the original. The food is no worse than it ever was. --Herb Caen (1916—1997) American newspaper columnist. Column in "San Francisco Chronicle" [28 September 1983]. No two countries that both have a McDonald's have ever fought a war against each other. --Thomas Friedman (b. 1953) American journalist. In "N.Y. Times" [8 December 1996]. ^ Lord Glasgow, having flung a waiter through the window of his club, brusquely ordered, 'Put him on the bill.' --_The Folio Book of Humorous Anecdotes_ Introduced by Edward Leeson [2005], "Food, Drink and Entertaining" ^ One day S. I. (Samuel Ichiye) Hayakawa was dismayed to learn that a large American fast-food chain had opened its one hundredth restaurant in Japan, his ancestral home. 'It seems,' Hayakawa declared, 'a terrible price to pay for Pearl Harbor!' --_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_, edited by Clifton Fadiman and André Bernard [2000]. [Of Peter and John Delmonico:] Since one was a wine merchant and the other a pastry maker, they opened a café, the first place in New York to offer French pastry, in a two-story brick house at 23 William Street in the heart of the business district, and called it Delmonico. It was a simple place with six pine tables. Playing to their expertise, they sold pastries, cakes, coffee, wines, and Cuban cigars. Another first for New York was cups of thick and foamy hot chocolate. Initially, most of their customers were Europeans, most of whom had written home about the barbarous state of New York food and rejoiced in the new café. For the Americans, the initial curiosity was the first female cashier they had ever seen, a new concept, entrusting women with money. --Mark Kurlansky (b. 1948) American author. _The Big Oyster_ [2006], ch. 5 "Becoming the World's Oyster" [To a waiter who had spilled soup on her dress:] Never darken my Dior again. --Beatrice Lillie (1894—1989) Canadian actress and comedienne. Quoted in Lore and Maurice Cowan _The Wit of Women_ [1969]. ^ Groucho [Julius Henry] Marx (1895—1977) American comedian. The maître d'hôtel stopped Groucho as he was about to enter the dining room of a smart Los Angeles hotel. 'I am sorry, sir, but you have no necktie.' 'That's all right,' said Groucho, 'don't be sorry. I remember the time when I had no pants.' 'I am sorry, sir,' repeated the man, 'you cannot enter the dining room without a necktie.' Groucho caught sight of a bald man in the center of the dining room and yelled, 'Look! Look at him! You won't let me in without a necktie, but you let him in without his hair!' --_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_ edited by Clifton Fadiman and André Bernard [2000 ed.] ^ [Epitaph for a waiter:] By and by God caught his eye. --David McCord (1897—1997) American poet and essayist. "Remainders" [1935] Sham Harga had run a successful eatery for many years by always smiling, never extending credit, and realizing that most of his customers wanted meals properly balanced between the four food groups: sugar, starch, grease and burnt crunchy bits. --Terry Pratchett (b. 1948) English science fiction writer. _Men at Arms_ [1993] ^ Writing in American Heritage for April 1997, restaurant historian J. M. Fenster described American restaurants as originating from four distinct sources: taverns, oyster stands, market eateries, and the French (and later German and Italian) restaurants which are the first to be considered restaurants proper, beginning with the opening of Delmonico's in New York on December 13, 1827. In the eighteenth century, very few people dined outside their own home, unless they were dining at the home of friends or were staying at a tavern-inn while traveling. Tavern-inns served no-nonsense fare and strong drink. They also provided something akin to a club for locals and in the case of the Committees of Correspondence helped bring about the American Revolution. [...] The oyster stands of the early nineteenth century led to later, more ambitious seafood establishments and help explain why so many venerable restaurants in this country are seafood oriented. Market- originated restaurants offered either seafood or red meat, depending upon the dominant product of nearby markets. Thus Durgin Park grew out of the Quincy Market near the wharves of Boston, and John W. Faidley Seafood in Baltimore, founded in 1886 (home of the all-lump crab cake), began as an oyster stand, while the Old Homestead in Manhattan was founded in 1868 to serve butchers and meatmen working in the old Washington Market. Jack's, the Tadich Grill, and Sam's in San Francisco each has its origins in the city's California Market in the 1860s, with the Tadich Grill going in the direction of seafood, Jack's orienting itself toward grilled meat, and Sam's combining the two. Fine dining and the restaurant genre proper belong to that day in New York City, December 13, 1827, when two Swiss brothers named Delmonico, Peter and John, began serving customers at twelve tables. The brothers provided well-trained waiters and printed menus that listed offerings in English and French. This simple establishment was the first of eleven increasingly luxurious restaurants to bear the Delmonico name, until the last one closed in 1923; and along with other establishments — Sherry's, Louis Martin, Bustanoby's — it bore witness throughout the nineteenth century to both the appetites and the preeminence of the New York oligarchy. To experience such restaurants today, where they have survived, is to journey into the very historical texture of the cities and regions they serve. Like great hotels, restaurants are stylizations of place, connected to dreams of pleasure and transcendence. As architecture and menu, surviving American restaurants distill, hence carry through time, the memory of high moments in the urban past. From a number of perspectives, after all — the rooms themselves, most of them of a certain vintage, the photographs or other visual materials on the walls, the distinctive styles of crockery, napery, and silverware, distinctions of menu and wine service (not to mention the bar in which one waits before the meal), the commanding presence of the maitre d', the venerability of the waiters — such restaurants present a stylized encapsulization of historical memory, indeed the very physical presence of time itself. Thus Locke-Ober's evokes the Boston of Harvard, Old South Church, Ticknor & Fields, the Atlantic Monthly, William Dean Howells. Here is the Boston of the mid- and late-nineteenth century, secure in its identity, its taste, its scholarship. Keen's Steakhouse, founded in 1885, still serves a gigantic mutton chop similar to the one that English actress Lillie Langtry was hungry for one night in 190I — but was denied because ladies were not allowed in Keen's. Langtry sued in court and won, and Keen's was ordered to admit women (into a separate dining room); and for the rest of twentieth century Keen's continued to exude the Anglophilic mood of David Belasco's and Victor Herbert's New York. By contrast, "21," which began as a speakeasy, continued through the 1960s to suggest the sportiness, the sense of being on the town, of the New York of John O'Hara and Walter Winchell. Can anyone enter the busy splendor of the Berghoff in Chicago without recalling how Hurstwood leaned against the bar there in Theodore Dreiser's Sister Carrie (1900), florid and amiable, feeling very much a man in control of his own life? To dine on an all-lump crab cake at John W. Faidley Seafood in Baltimore or finish a meal with Indian pudding at Durgin Park or savor eggs Sardou at Antoine's (poached eggs on artichoke hearts with hollandaise sauce) or a mutton chop at Jack's in San Francisco is to participate in a ritual of place that allows one, almost, to dine on time and history. All this obtains, quite clearly, to the Musso & Frank Grill in Hollywood, founded in 1919, the takeoff year of twentieth-century Los Angeles. Restaurateur Joseph Musso had moved to the city in 1916 from Oregon when that state banished liquor service in restaurants. Three years later, with two other partners, one of them named Frank Toulet, he opened the Musso & Frank Grill. Just as the opening of Delmonico's prefigured the rise of New York to preeminence, so too did the opening of the Musso & Frank Grill coincide with the transformation of Los Angeles from a nice but negligible southwestern town to an important American city that, because of the film industry, had been jump-started into international recognition. These were the years in which Los Angeles absorbed more than a million and a half new residents, when it annexed the San Fernando Valley, San Pedro/Wilmington, Watts, and Venice, opened the Miracle Mile, constructed the Coliseum, the Biltmore Hotel, the City Hall, the Central Library, the Hollywood Bowl, the campuses of USC and UCLA. These were the years in which two formative industries — aviation and motion pictures — centralized themselves in the City of Angels and its immediate suburbs. Within one decade, certainly two decades, after Musso & Frank opened, Los Angeles had become, in Los Angeles Times columnist Harry Carr's terms, America's City of Dreams: an urban tabula rasa onto which, increasingly, Americans and all moviegoing peoples were projecting their longings and centering their subliminal aspirations for glamour and a better life. [...] Today, sixty, nearly seventy, years later, the Musso & Frank Grill remains a throwback to this earlier era. The decor has changed little, if at all, since the 1920s, especially the great mahogany booths and red leather banquettes in the original dining room, where customers also dine at a long counter, reading Variety or the racing form. Red-jacketed waiters are middle-aged or older and are totally devoid, as Southern California restaurant critic Orlando Ramirez points out, of that 'Hi-my-name-is-Jason- and-I'll-be-your-server-tonight' greeting, usually uttered by aspiring-actor waiters in other Los Angeles bistros. These gentlemen and their few female counterparts are professional waiters in the old sense of the word (meaning full-time and for real), and they sustain the kind of hauteur one frequently encounters in waiters and waitresses working in historic restaurants, from Sam's in San Francisco to Durgin Park in Boston. The food they serve is equally old-fashioned. J. M. Fenster describes the Musso & Frank Grill as 'a veritable safe house in the midst of trendy California cuisine. There is nary a poppy seed in sight or a blade of lemongrass. Instead, there is beef stroganoff. There are also veal scallopine, liver and onions, Welsh rarebit, and other dishes long past mere trends.' To this list, one might also add such other Musso & Frank favorites as corned beef and cabbage, oyster stew, lamb kidneys, a three-inch-thick prime rib, broiled squab with bacon, pork and lamb chops, and smoked tongue. The tavern/roadhouse dimension of the Musso & Frank Grill is evident in its long — very long — bar where martinis, Manhattans, Rob Roys, stingers, and other very direct and very alcoholic drinks have remained in fashion since the repeal of Prohibition. Its market origins are evident in its usually adequate offerings of fresh fish as well as red meat. Hollywood's connection to New York can be detected in huge servings of Lindy's-style cheesecake. The spirit of Los Angeles in the 1920s, the Los Angeles of Aimee Semple McPherson and the Folks, is evident in the fact that Musso & Frank still serves Postum as well as good coffee and Jell-O. --Kevin Starr "The Musso & Frank Grill in Hollywood" _American Places: Encounters with History_ [2000] ^ ^ James Whistler (1834—1903) American artist. Whistler, priding himself on his fluency in French, insisted on doing the ordering in a fashionable Paris restaurant. His companion tried to intervene and was told, 'I am quite capable of ordering a meal in France without your assistance.' 'Of course you are,' said his friend placatingly, 'but I just distinctly heard you order a flight of steps.' --_Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_ edited by Clifton Fadiman and André Bernard [2000 ed.] ^ An epicure, dining at Crewe, Found quite a large mouse in his stew, Said the waiter, "Don’t shout, And wave it about, Or the rest will be wanting one, too!" --anon. - My boyfriend and I were lunching at a sidewalk cafe in Huntington Beach, CA. Our waitress looked like a real surfer girl — athletic with a great tan and blond hair. Mulling over the menu, my guy asked her if the roast beef was rare. The waitress gave us a long blank look, then replied, 'Well, no — we have it, like, just about every day.' - ----- sommelier [suhm-uhl-YEY; Fr. saw-muh-LYEY], noun: A restaurant employee who orders and maintains the wines sold in the restaurant and usually has extensive knowledge about wine and food pairings. . . see: "CONSEQUENCES" see: "ENDINGS" see: "ACTIONS" for other related links see: "SUCCESS" for other related links Don't show me the palm tree, show me the dates. --Afghan Proverb By their fruits ye shall know them. --Bible New Testament, "Matthew" 7:20 Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results. --Rita Mae Brown (b. 1944) American writer. _Sudden Death_, ch. 3 [1984] Every one is the son of his own works. --Miguel de Cervantes (1547—1616) Spanish novelist, _Don Quixote de la Mancha_, pt. I, bk. IV, ch. xx [1605] - Men are what their mothers made them. --Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803—1882) American philosopher and poet. _The Conduct of Life_ [1860], "Fate" Hitch your wagon to a star. --Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803—1882) American philosopher and poet. _Society and Solitude_ [1870], "Civilization" - By detachment I mean that you must not worry whether the desired result follows from your action or not, so long as your motive is pure, your means correct. --Mohandas K. Gandhi (1869—1948) Indian statesman and leader of the nationalistic movement against British rule. In Eknath Easwaran _Gandhi, The Man_ [1997], p. 105. Everything we do has a result. But that which is right and prudent does not always lead to good, nor the contrary to what is bad. --Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749—1832) German poet, novelist, and playwright. In _Conversations of Goethe with Johann Peter Eckermann_, trans. by John Oxenford [1850]. Those who in their youth did not live in self-harmony, and who did not gain the true treasures of life, are later like long-legged old herons standing sadly by a lake without fish. --_The Dhammapada_, Buddhist scripture. The greatest results in life are usually attained by simple means and the exercise of ordinary qualities. --Samuel Smiles (1812—1904) Scottish author. _Self-Help_ [1859] Unlike virtue, courage is not its own reward. It has results. --Fay Weldon (b. 1931) British novelist. _The Heart of the Country_ [1987] ----- efficacious (adj.) Producing or capable of producing the desired effect; having the intended result. . . see: "IDLENESS" see: "LEISURE" see: "SENIOR CITIZENS" see: "REST" see: "TRAVEL" see: "WORK" for other related links see: "LIFESTYLE" for other related links Soon after he left the White House, Coolidge had to fill out a form confirming his membership in the National Press Club. After writing his name and address, he moved on to the space marked "Occupation," in which he wrote "Retired." Next came "Remarks." Coolidge paused for a moment and then wrote, "Glad of it." _Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes_ edited by Clifton Fadiman and André Bernard [2000 ed.]. The first years of man must make provision for the last. --Samuel Johnson (1709—1784) English poet, critic, and lexicographer. _Rasselas_, ch. XVII [1759] My father taught me to work, but not to love it. I never did like to work, and I don't deny it. I'd rather read, tell stories, crack jokes, talk, laugh — anything but work. --attributed to Abraham Lincoln (1809—1865) American Republican statesman, President [1861-65]. - I am closing my 52 years of military service. When I joined the Army, even before the turn of the century, it was the fulfillment of all of my boyish hopes and dreams. The world has turned over many times since I took the oath on the plain at West Point, and the hopes and dreams have long since vanished, but I still remember the refrain of one of the most popular barrack ballads of that day which proclaimed most proudly that 'old soldiers never die; they just fade away.' And like the old soldier of that ballad, I now close my military career and just fade away, an old soldier who tried to do his duty as God gave him the light to see that duty. Goodbye. --Douglas MacArthur (1880—1964) American general. _Farewell Address to Congress_ [19 April 1951] & see: Old soldiers never die; They only fade away! --British Army song [c.1915] - Few men of action have been able to make a graceful exit at the appropriate time. --Malcolm Muggeridge (1903—1990) British writer, broadcaster, and journalist. _Chronicles of Wasted Time: An Autobiography_ [1972] Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. --Alexander Pope (1688—1744) English poet. "Ode On Solitude" [c. 1700] How well I feathered my nest. --François Rabelais (c. 1494— c. 1553] French humanist, satirist, and physician. _The Works of Francis Rabelais_, bk. II (trans. by John Ozell, et al.) [1807] I advise you to go on living solely to enrage those who are paying your annuities. It is the only pleasure I have left. --Voltaire (François Marie Arouet) (1694—1778) French writer and philosopher. _Letter to Madame du Deffand_ [23 April 1754], as quoted in Robert Andrews _The Columbia Dictionary of Quotations_ [1993]. . . see: "FRIENDS / FRIENDSHIP" for related links see: "MEETING" see: "LOVE & MARRIAGE (OR NOT)" for other related links We hold reunions, not for the dead, for there is nothing in all the earth that you and I can do for the dead. They are past our help and past our praise. We can add to them no glory and we can give to them no immortality. They do not need us, but forever and forever more we need them. --James A. Garfield (1831—1881) 20th President of the United States [1881]. Speech in Geneva, Ohio [3 August 1880]. We spake of many a vanished scene, Of what we once had thought and said, Of what had been, and might have been, And who was changed, and who was dead; And all that fills the hearts of friends, When first they feel, with secret pain, Their lives thenceforth have separate ends, And never can be one again. --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807—1882) American poet. "The Fire of Drift-Wood", l. 13 in _The Seaside and the Fireside_ [1850]. You and I will meet again When we're least expecting it One day in some far off place I will recognize your face I won't say goodbye my friend For you and I will meet again. --Tom Petty (b. 1950) American folk/rock musician. _Into The Great Wide Open_ [1991 album] "You And I Will Meet Again" end page | RABBITS - RAIN | RAP - READING | REAGAN (RONALD) - RECOGNITION | RED HEADS - RELIEF | RELIGION - PAGE 1 (A-M) | RELIGION - PAGE 2 (N-Z) | REMEMBERING - REPORTERS | REPUTATION - RESPONSIBILITY | REST - REUNIONS | REVENGE - REWARD | RICH (THE) - RIGHTEOUS | RIGHTS - ROLLER COASTERS | ROMANCE - RUDENESS | RULES - RUSSIA | | R | S | T | U - END | | Return Home | The Credits | The Cast | Act 1 | Act 2 | Act 3 | The Reviews | |
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