Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth. I sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance, and obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable board.
Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
A Genteel Southern Christmas Wish...
The General, languid over his second mint julep, in his thick Mississippi Mud steeped in Jack drawls... "Y'all hae y'selves VEREH... MERREH... CHRISTMAS."
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