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To: Ilaine who wrote (69757)	12/17/2010 8:37:03 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 217860

You, Andrew Marvell, written by Archibald McLeish in 1930, when he was 38. And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth’s noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of the night: To feel creep up the curving east The earthy chill of dusk and slow Upon those under lands the vast And ever climbing shadow grow And strange at Ecbatan the trees Take leaf by leaf the evening strange The flooding dark about their knees The mountains over Persia change And now at Kermanshah the gate Dark empty and the withered grass And through the twilight now the late Few travelers in the westward pass And Baghdad darken and the bridge Across the silent river gone And through Arabia the edge Of evening widen and steal on And deepen on Palmyra’s street The wheel rut in the ruined stone And Lebanon fade out and Crete High through the clouds and overblown And over Sicily the air Still flashing with the landward gulls And loom and slowly disappear The sails above the shadowy hulls And Spain go under and the shore Of Africa the gilded sand And evening vanish and no more The low pale light across that land Nor now the long light on the sea: And here face downward in the sun To feel how swift how secretly The shadow of the night comes on ...

To: Ilaine who wrote (69757)	12/18/2010 9:35:48 AM
From: Tommaso	Respond to of 217860

Thanks, I memorized that poem long ago and tried quoting to women when I was in college. It didn't work.

To: Ilaine who wrote (69757)	12/21/2010 4:13:38 AM
From: Maurice Winn	1 Recommendation Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 217860

CB, there was a time when World War II was prehistoric to me since time seemed to start from when I was born. Geological time was an absurd concept going on forever: <I used to find geology oppressive. All those layers of rock, all that weight, all that time. As I get older, it fascinates me more.> By university, I found geology fascinating [not so much the petrology and mineralogy as the geomorphology]. Still time seemed forever. But bit by bit it has been shriveling until now I feel that with a bit more time I could hold the Cosmos in the palm of my mind and gaze curiously at it. It's a small place which hasn't been around "long". Here's a quick 200 years of economic and health progress: youtube.com Recently, with the help of Google, I found a branch of family tree back to 1640. That was unimaginably long ago once upon a time, involving boring and dusty irrelevant history, now I can imagine the lives of each name. The Ming dynasty was yesterday. The Roman Empire was not so long ago after all. China is a new-fangled place. No wonder nature has contrived to make humans outlive everything so our hard-earned perspectives and understanding can get their money's worth. Another few hundred years of life span wouldn't go amiss. Perhaps with Google and mobile Cyberspace as a brain adjunct, people could enjoy stupendously vast instant knowledge and spend the first 20 years on more fun and less pointless study. Mqurice