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    Quote Originally Posted by Fryin Finn View Post
    Did those murder figures include genocide of the Native north americans and the lynchings by the KKK
    That was before 1907 (not sure about KKK)......but surely the Yanks would tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth...we do this in the name of God..blah blah?

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    Quote Originally Posted by GB
    Two out of every 10 adults couldn't read or write.
    So - what's changed there?
    “- He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.”

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    Quote Originally Posted by Dave Lobster View Post
    With no progress since..
    hey thats not fair, the bikes now have tassles and the riders dress like pirates.

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    Musee des beauxs arts

    About suffering they were never wrong,
    The Old Masters; how well, they understood
    Its human position; how it takes place
    While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
    How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
    For the miraculous birth, there always must be
    Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
    On a pond at the edge of the wood:
    They never forgot
    That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
    Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
    Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer’s horse
    Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.

    In Breughel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
    Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
    Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
    But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
    As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
    Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
    Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
    had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.


    W H Auden, poet, was born 100 years ago this year.
    "Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]

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