Tuesday, June 10, 2003

My favorite paragraph from Hard Times, gentle reader:

“They carried him very gently along the fields, and down the lanes, and over the wide landscape; Rachel always holding the hand in hers. Very few whispers broke the mournful silence. It was soon a funeral procession. The star had shown him where to find the God of the poor; and through humility, and sorrow, and forgiveness, he had gone to his Redeemer’s rest.”

Thanks, Mr. Dickens.

In other news, congratulations to Patrick for finding gainful employment at this joint.