tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43281770357818108972011-11-11T20:25:04.777-08:00The occasional musing of a Father, Teacher, Gamer, Music Lover, Film Enthusiast.Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085286472574853497noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328177035781810897.post-32924545077047123502011-06-27T17:00:00.001-07:002011-06-27T17:03:58.040-07:00<div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, hirakakupro-w3, osaka, 'ms pgothic', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">"<em>One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age."</em></span></div><div style="font-family: arial, helvetica, hirakakupro-w3, osaka, 'ms pgothic', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">James Joyce, "The Dead"</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4328177035781810897-3292454507704712350?l=senordeadite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arthurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085286472574853497noreply@blogger.com0