A collection of lines from obituaries that enlarge our appreciation of the human spirit.
Showing posts with label French. Show all posts
Showing posts with label French. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Peter Worthington: The Life of a Reporter
I regret, too, the nuisance for them of a funeral which they may hope will be well attended, but which I know won’t be, because I tend to be a loner who treated most people decently, but who never encouraged intimacy.
My reservations are meaningless and will be ignored.
Pity I wasn’t a drinker, then everyone could feel superior and forgive a weakness.
(H/T: Peter Elikann)
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Saturday, November 19, 2011
Spoke French like a native, mastered physics, rode a unicycle, handled elephants, etc. and then this:
Norman's real talent lay in photography.
What a great character. Read it all!
(H/T to Lisa Sayers)
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