ARTS AND CULTURE
- Brian Doyle
- 18 December 2009
Once I opened a present on which a young niece had
written MARY CHRIST BUS, with every iota of her
tongue-clenched diligence. If I was a wise man, I
would have saved that paper, so that I could even now open it and see the world as it is, ancient, glorious and written endlessly by the young.
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