Wednesday, September 11, 2002

I have nothing to say today that others have not said better than I could.

I am, right now, listening to Mozart's Requiem on KING-fm as part of the "rolling Requiem" in rememberance.

A world that can produce a Mozart, or a Brahms, or a Willa Cather, or a Walt Whitman, or a Monet, can not be all bad.

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