“ Music is the moonlight in the gloomy night of life. ”
On the church vaulting above was the clock-face of eternity, void of number and serving as its own hand, only one black finger was pointing and the dead wanted to tell the time by it.
~ Jean Paul Friedrich Richter
Fine minds are seldom fine souls.
The Fates and Furies, as well as the Graces and Sirens, glide with linked hands over life.
She knew of a woman who had entered such a bargain at a large automobile manufacturer in 1973 and successfully managed to keep her accounting position for over four decades.
