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Date: | Sun, 12 Jan 1997 14:56:35 -0700 |
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I have sure been enjoying all the quotes from literature and songs (I've
listened to Nights in White Satin lots and never herd that line!). Jack,
where on earth have you been getting all yours? Someone really should put
together a collection of these.
Of all the quotes so far, though, this one really was just awe-inspiring to
me (thanks for posting it, Beth). What a lot of wisdom that we somehow
managed to lose through the decades.
>Another precious birthday gift was being a breastfed baby. To be born with a
>silver spoon in one's mouth does not always insure health or perfect
>development, but to be born with a mammilla in one's mouth takes out for the
>baby an irrevocable life insurance....
> Petticoat Surgeon, by Bertha van Hoosen, People's Book Club, 1947,
>referring to her birth in 1863.
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