I write in order to attain that feeling of tension relieved and function achieved which a cow enjoys on giving milk.
If you took the world away and just left the elctricity, it would look like the most exquisite filigree ever made - a ball of twinkling silver lines with the occasional coruscating spike of a satellite beam. Even the dark areas would glow with radar and commercial radio waves. It could be the nervous system of a great beast.
Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West,From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest,When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his boardThe old broken links of affection restored,When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more,And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before.What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye?What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?