"There's nothing further here for a warrior. We drive bargains. Old men's work. Young men make wars, and the virtues of war are the virtues of young men. Courage and hope for the future. Then old men make the peace. And the vices of peace are the vices of old men. Mistrust and caution. It must be so." Prince Feisal in Lawrence of Arabia
*************************** [Lawrence has just extinguished a match between his thumb and forefinger. William Potter surreptitiously attempts the same]
William Potter: Ooh! It damn well 'urts! T.E. Lawrence: Certainly it hurts. Officer: What's the trick then? T.E. Lawrence: The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.
*********************************** Mr. Dryden: Lawrence, only two kinds of creature get fun in the desert: Bedouins and gods, and you're neither. Take it from me, for ordinary men, it's a burning, fiery furnace.
T.E. Lawrence: No, Dryden, it's going to be fun.
Mr. Dryden: It is recognized that you have a funny sense of fun.
*********************************** Richard..............wow, wonderful posts...we all have smiles on our faces and can actually sense and feel a lot of what you are doing and experiencing. (keep letting me know about the time you wake up....its encouraging for a parent to see his child GETTING UP in the morning). We are all good here and yes, wildly interested in what you are doing. I posted a comment after part 1- but it got lost in cyberspace-- something about feeling as if only the camel's nose had come through...we waited anxiously, but rewardingly in the end, for part 2. Augustus? good grief, a Camel named McCrae? What about Oliver? Thanks for keeping us posted...........Dad
OH, and..............lets see it was 1987, eons ago in camel years, your mother and I lived on Crestview (and the world, not too unlike today, was in the middle of a financial crisis)....Feb 13, in the middle of the night (Lonnie Gates called me late that night to recite some bizzare poem- wish i remember what it was, Kipling maybe)..your mom went into labor....we rushed to Mercy Hospital (the "old" "new" mercy hospital)... and the next morning, which, as is tomorrow, was Valentines Day... our first son was born...(I remember holding you in those first minutes of your life, carrying you out of the antiseptic nursery into the waiting room - a big no-no, the nurses were pissed--and rushing out to buy a cigar for me and a football for you, and Danny Wyers brought a bottle of champagne we drank in the hospital stairwell to celebrate).....and so it went....on your birthday.....HAPPY BIRTHDAY my son, may you have many many more adventures and immersions into the culture and the wonders of the world!!!
"There's nothing further here for a warrior. We drive bargains. Old men's work. Young men make wars, and the virtues of war are the virtues of young men. Courage and hope for the future. Then old men make the peace. And the vices of peace are the vices of old men. Mistrust and caution. It must be so."
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[Lawrence has just extinguished a match between his thumb and forefinger. William Potter surreptitiously attempts the same]
William Potter: Ooh! It damn well 'urts!
T.E. Lawrence: Certainly it hurts.
Officer: What's the trick then?
T.E. Lawrence: The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.
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Mr. Dryden:
Lawrence, only two kinds of creature get fun in the desert: Bedouins and gods, and you're neither. Take it from me, for ordinary men, it's a burning, fiery furnace.
T.E. Lawrence:
No, Dryden, it's going to be fun.
Mr. Dryden:
It is recognized that you have a funny sense of fun.
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Richard..............wow, wonderful posts...we all have smiles on our faces and can actually sense and feel a lot of what you are doing and experiencing. (keep letting me know about the time you wake up....its encouraging for a parent to see his child GETTING UP in the morning). We are all good here and yes, wildly interested in what you are doing. I posted a comment after part 1- but it got lost in cyberspace-- something about feeling as if only the camel's nose had come through...we waited anxiously, but rewardingly in the end, for part 2. Augustus? good grief, a Camel named McCrae? What about Oliver? Thanks for keeping us posted...........Dad
OH, and..............lets see it was 1987, eons ago in camel years, your mother and I lived on Crestview (and the world, not too unlike today, was in the middle of a financial crisis)....Feb 13, in the middle of the night (Lonnie Gates called me late that night to recite some bizzare poem- wish i remember what it was, Kipling maybe)..your mom went into labor....we rushed to Mercy Hospital (the "old" "new" mercy hospital)... and the next morning, which, as is tomorrow, was Valentines Day... our first son was born...(I remember holding you in those first minutes of your life, carrying you out of the antiseptic nursery into the waiting room - a big no-no, the nurses were pissed--and rushing out to buy a cigar for me and a football for you, and Danny Wyers brought a bottle of champagne we drank in the hospital stairwell to celebrate).....and so it went....on your birthday.....HAPPY BIRTHDAY my son, may you have many many more adventures and immersions into the culture and the wonders of the world!!!
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday, Richard!
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