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It's been great connecting with all of you awesome 9th Corps brethren and sistern. Love you all!

Thanks for the great song notinkansasanymore!

Until Then!

See you "Here, There, or In the Air"!

Happy Anniversary to Words and Works and Mr. W&W, and all of the other 9th Corps Wedding couples!!!

Thanks to Mr.W&W for remembering that; it was not on my radar at all.

Wow - 28 years since we were unleashed upon the unsuspecting world? Weren't most of us younger than that then? We were such sweet babies.

And now, we're such sweet . . . grownups!!

Happy Graduation and Anniversary, everybody! You are some of the finest folks that it will ever be my privilege to know.

niKa, Thanks for the sweet sentiments. It was a long time ago. It's nice to be in contact with you fine folks!

Gongrats to you and Chuck on 28 years (tomorrow)! :)

Thanks Rocky!

BTW today is the 28th anniversary of our 9th Corps graduation. Whoppee!

Chuck reminded me of that today. It's easy to remember because our 28th wedding anniversary is the 16th.

I turned in grades last Tuesday. Wooo-HOOOOOO!

Now, I'm . . . folding laundry for the entire summer. Or making curtains, or cleaning out the attic, or taking kids to camp, or . . . getting ready for my NEW JOB which will begin in the Fall. I've switched to another university, for a tenure-track job.

Even though I dropped out of college for twelve years to go and save the world, and therefore, by the time I FINALLY met my husband, did not have the years of life left to do BOTH a Ph.D and children (I had our youngest children at 40 and 42, respectively!), God has provided a tenure-track job. Master's degree tenure positions are probably more rare than hen's teeth. Near as I can tell, there was only one in my whole greater metro area this year, and competition was fierce. I'm dancing in the kitchen, and in the dining room, and out in the street. This is a big deal for me, and for my family. It's also a job where I will be able to make a genuine difference in people's lives. I'm really very, very excited about it.

I just had to share it with you guys, because you are also my family.

I love you, niKa

Wow niKa, Congratulations! I'm so happy for you. I haven't been at the cafe in a while and haven't commented on anything here in an even greater while, but this is definitely comment-worthy! God is good!

I was in 1st grade (5ys. old, almost 6) at St. Christopher's Catholic School in Metairie, LA. I remember the principal came over the intercom and told us the President had been shot and told us to pray. Then a short time later she came back on and said he was dead.

Laura Ingalls Wilder

You got it! Quotes are from Little House on the Prairie.

James Mitchner?

No, not Mitchner. Here's more:

There was only the enormous, empty prairie, with grasses blowing in waves of light and shadow across it, and the great blue sky above it, and birds flying up from it and singing with joy because the sun was rising. And on the whole enormous prairie there was no sign that any other human being had ever been there.

New Author:

When every crumb of the cornbread was gone, the Indians rose up. The skunk smell was stronger when they moved. One of them made harsh sounds in his throat again. Ma looked at him with big eyes; she did not say anything. The Indian turned around, the other Indian turned, too, and they walked across the floor and out through the door. Their feet made no sound at all.

It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it.

The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes

Surely our profession, Mr. Mac, would be a drab and sordid one if we did not sometimes set the scene so as to glorify our results. The blunt accusation, the brutal tap upon the shoulder -- what can one make of such a denouement? But the quick inference, the subtle trap, the clever forecast of coming events, the triumphant vindication of bold theories -- are these not the pride and the justification of our life's work?

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle?

Herodotus?

George

You got it. The quote is the opening paragraph from Rawlinson's translation of The Histories of Herodotus, written in 440 B.C. Herodotus is known as the Father of History.

New author:

These are the researches of ..., which he publishes, in the hope of thereby preserving from decay the remembrance of what men have done, and of preventing the great and wonderful actions of the Greeks and the Barbarians from losing their due meed of glory; and withal to put on record what were their grounds of feuds. According to the Persians best informed in history, the Phoenicians began to quarrel. This people, who had formerly dwelt on the shores of the Erythraean Sea, having migrated to the Mediterranean and settled in the parts which they now inhabit, began at once, they say, to adventure on long voyages, freighting their vessels with the wares of Egypt and Assyria. They landed at many places on the coast, and among the rest at Argos, which was then preeminent above all the states included now under the common name of Hellas. Here they exposed their merchandise, and traded with the natives for five or six days; at the end of which time, when almost everything was sold, there came down to the beach a number of women, and among them the daughter of the king, who was, they say, agreeing in this with the Greeks, Io, the child of Inachus. The women were standing by the stern of the ship intent upon their purchases, when the Phoenicians, with a general shout, rushed upon them. The greater part made their escape, but some were seized and carried off. Io herself was among the captives. The Phoenicians put the women on board their vessel, and set sail for Egypt. Thus did Io pass into Egypt, according to the Persian story, which differs widely from the Phoenician: and thus commenced, according to their authors, the series of outrages.

Interesting guess!

You only missed it by 1.

George

Lincoln?

Heaven goes by favor; if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.

If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.

I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.

Let us be thankful for fools; but for them the rest of us could not succeed.

The human race consists of the dangerously insane and such as are not.

The holy passion of friendship is so sweet and so steady and loyal and enduring a nature that it will last through a whole lifetime, if not asked to lend money.

He has been a doctor for a year now and has had two patients-no three; I attended their funerals.

His money is twice tainted; 'taint yours and 'taint mine.

Man was made at the end of the week's work when God was tired.

Pretty funny stuff, I'll take a "shot in the dark" and say Will Rogers.

BTW: George how are you doing? Are you in the Houston area? I hope and pray everything is ok with you and yours.

The answer is Friedrich Nietzsche. Anyone interested in posting a new clue?

Now I See,

I think you should post the next clue...

As is often the case with Hollywood's take on novels, unfortunately.

New Author:

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.

Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.

Although the most acute judges of the witches and even the witches themselves, were convinced of the guilt of witchery, the guilt nevertheless was non-existent. It is thus with all guilt.

And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.

Arthur Miller?

What a great story Excie, thanks for sharing it!

I'm sure it was God working in you.

Is this the Scottish author who wrote Ivanhoe and Rob Roy: Sir Walter Scott?

That's right!

The 1st poem is (of course) named Lochnivar from Canto V of Marmion.

The 2nd poem is the Troubadour.

The 1st novel quote is from Ivanhoe and the 2nd is the last paragraphs of Rob Roy.

You're up BFH...

That's right!

The 1st poem is (of course) named Lochnivar from Canto V of Marmion.

The 2nd poem is the Troubadour.

The 1st novel quote is from Ivanhoe and the 2nd is the end of Rob Roy.

You're up BFH...

Edited to add that I found the novel Rob Roy to be completely different from the movie Rob Roy. I guess they're based on the same character, but there didn't seem to be much similarity between the two.

From another one of his novels:

I have no more of romantic adventure to tell, nor, indeed, anything to communicate farther, since the latter incidents of my life are so well known to one who has shared, with the most friendly sympathy, the joys, as well as the sorrows, by which its scenes have been chequered. I often visited Scotland, but never again saw the bold Highlander who had such an influence on the early events of my life. I learned, however, from time to time, that he continued to maintain his ground among the mountains of Loch Lomond, in despite of his powerful enemies, and that he even obtained, to a certain degree, the connivance of Government to his self-elected office of protector of the Lennox, in virtue of which he levied black-mail with as much regularity as the proprietors did their ordinary rents. It seemed impossible that his life should have concluded without a violent end. Nevertheless he died in old age and by a peaceful death, some time about the year 1733, and is still remembered in his country as the Robin Hood of Scotland—the dread of the wealthy, but the friend of the poor—and possessed of many qualities, both of head and heart, which would have graced a less equivocal profession than that to which his fate condemned him.

Old Andrew Fairservice used to say, that “There were many things ower bad for blessing, and ower gude for banning, like Rob Roy.”

Here's a quote from one of his prose works:

While the scenes we have described were passing in other parts of the castle, the Jewess Rebecca awaited her fate in a distant and sequestered turret. Hither she had been led by two of her disguised ravishers, and, on being thrust into the little cell, she found herself in the presence of an old sibyl, who kept murmuring to herself a Saxon rhyme, as if to beat time to the revolving dance which her spindle was performing upon the floor. The hag raised her head as Rebecca entered, and scowled at the fair Jewess with the malignant envy with which old age and ugliness, when united with evil conditions, are apt to look upon youth and beauty.

Keats?

Not Keats.

Here's another:

Glowing with love, on fire for fame

A Troubadour that hated sorrow

Beneath his lady's window came,

And thus he sung his last good-morrow:

"My arm it is my country's right,

My heart is in my true-love's bower;

Gaily for love and fame to fight

Befits the gallant Troubadour."

And while he marched with helm on head

And harp in hand, the descant rung,

As faithful to his favourite maid,

The minstrel-burden still he sung:

"My arm it is my country's right,

My heart is in my lady's bower;

Resolved for love and fame to fight

I come, a gallant Troubadour."

Even when the battle-roar was deep,

With dauntless heart he hewed his way,

'Mid splintering lance and falchion-sweep,

And still was heard his warrior-lay:

"My life it is my country's right,

My heart is in my lady's bower;

For love to die, for fame to fight,

Becomes the valiant Troubadour."

Alas! upon the bloody field

He fell beneath the foeman's glaive,

But still reclining on his shield,

Expiring sung the exulting stave:-

"My life it is my country's right,

My heart is in my lady's bower;

For love and fame to fall in fight

Becomes the valiant Troubadour."

Robert Burns?

George

no not Burns, but a fellow countryman.

Man, you're good, wrds.

Thanks b., not nearly as good as you are...

New Author:

O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,

Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;

And save his good broadsword he weapons had none,

He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.

So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,

There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

He staid not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone,

He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;

But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,

The bride had consented, the gallant came late:

For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,

Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall,

Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all:

Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword,

(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,)

"O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,

Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?"

"I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied; --

Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide --

And now I am come, with this lost love of mine,

To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.

There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,

That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar."

The bride kiss'd the goblet: the knight took it up,

He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup.

She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh,

With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.

He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, --

"Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,

That never a hall such a gailiard did grace;

While her mother did fret, and her father did fume

And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;

And the bride-maidens whisper'd, "'twere better by far

To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."

One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,

When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood near;

So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,

So light to the saddle before her he sprung!

"She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur;

They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar.

There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan;

Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:

There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee,

But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.

So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,

Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?

New Author:

All hell broke loose.

A wilderness of sweets.

Far off his coming shone.

The brazen throat of war.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth

Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.

Milton?