Orts #772
All civilizations end and get buried—some dead, some alive. In the past, the sands did it, as in Egypt. They crept up and up. . . . Today? It is words. We live not among sand-storms but word-storms.
— Clarence Day, Thoughts Without Words (1928)
When eras die, their legacies
Are left to strange police.
Professors in New England guard
The glory that was Greece.
— Clarence Day, Thoughts Without Words (1928)
In making things end, and in making things start, there is nothing more glorious than keeping still.
— Chinese proverb
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Bonus link: the NRA is publishing a series of fairy tales rewritten to supply their protagonists with firearms.
The first instalment, Little Red Riding Hood (Has a Gun), is here:
https://www.nrafamily.org/articles/2016/1/13/little-red-riding-hood-has-a-gun/