To give an accurate and exhaustive account of that period would need a far less brilliant pen than mine. - Max Beerbohm

Strange, when you come to think of it, that of all the countless folk who have lived before our time on this planet not one is known in history or in legend as having died of laughter.

She was a young person whose reveries never were in retrospect. For her past was no treasury of distinct memories, all hoarded and classified, some brighter than others and more highly valued. All memories were for her but as the motes in one fused radiance that followed her and made more luminous the pathway of her future.

The past is a work of art, free of irrelevancies and loose ends.