I grow old. I grow old. I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot |
Leopold Stokowski conducted into his 96th year, using only his famous Fantasia hands, never a baton. |
In memory of Wm. F. Buckley, Jr. who alerted me that Man is God at Yale.
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