A Cat Stevens classic, set to scenes from the movie “Harold and Maude”. I was in the mood for this, since I’ve got bad muscle spasms in my neck after a major headache two days ago. I’ve got medication (Tylenol with muscle relaxant), and now all I’ve got to do is wait this one out. A good mopey song, counterintuitively, often helps.
Fear doesn't travel well; just as it can warp judgment, its absence can diminish memory's truth. What terrifies one generation is likely to bring only a puzzled smile to the next. --Arthur Miller, "Why I Wrote 'The Crucible'", The New Yorker, October 21, 1996
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