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Tuesday, June 03, 2003

�Nothing endured at all, nothing but the land� The land was forever, it moved and changed below you, but it was forever.�
- Lewis Grassic Gibbon (James Leslie Mitchell, 1901 � 1935), Scottish writer: �Sunset Song�, 1932.

�People may say what they like about the decay of Christianity, the religious system that produced green Chartreuse can never really die.�
- Saki (1870 � 1916), Burmese-born British writer: �Reginald�, 1904.

�Love is just another dirty lie� I know about love. Love always hangs up behind the bathroom door. It smells like Lysol. To hell with love.�
- Ernest Hemingway (1898 � 1961), American writer: �To Have and Have Not�, 1937.


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