In Memory: Arthur C. Clarke
Today is Thursday, 20 March 2008.
The Museum of the Bourgeois mourns infinitely profoundly the death yesterday of Arthur C. Clarke, who with the greatest enrichment informed my life.
The Museum of the Bourgeois mourns deeply the death yesterday of Paul Scofield, whose genius helped shape my life in theatre.
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
However.
Out the window, out the door, I hear, at this instant, with great joy, for the first time since last year, the male frogs singing their songs of hope and love.
The long, insistent trilling, hoping to find a young lady, and endow the world with another generation of persistent frogs.
Life goes on.
The Museum of the Bourgeois mourns infinitely profoundly the death yesterday of Arthur C. Clarke, who with the greatest enrichment informed my life.
The Museum of the Bourgeois mourns deeply the death yesterday of Paul Scofield, whose genius helped shape my life in theatre.
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
However.
Out the window, out the door, I hear, at this instant, with great joy, for the first time since last year, the male frogs singing their songs of hope and love.
The long, insistent trilling, hoping to find a young lady, and endow the world with another generation of persistent frogs.
Life goes on.
posted by HH at 9:36 PM
2 Comments:
I, with HH, mourn the loss of one of science fiction's greatest lights.
Thank you, Hari Seldon.
Preem Palver joins you in mourning the loss of Arthur C. Clarke.
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