Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me! Whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away... --John Milton, Lycidas
Years ago, I attended an event at Hickory Hill, Robert F. Kennedy's family home in Virginia. It was an award ceremony for a prize given by the family, and many of the family were present. After lunch, Ethel Kennedy rose to speak--something she rarely did--but her eye caught the sculpted head of her slain husband, which was the award, propped on the table. At that, she broke down in tears, but only for a moment. Seeing her falter,...
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