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Sunday, March 14, 2004

REST IN PEACE, SPAULDING GRAY

Photograph:AP

"Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem is an epitaph. And any action
Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration. A people without history
Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern
Of timeless moments."...

--T.S. Eliot, from LITTLE GIDDING , Four Quartets

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