“Not all our books will perish, nor our statues, if broken, lie unrepaired; other domes and pediments will arise from our domes and pediments; some few men will think and work and feel as we have done, and I venture to count upon such continuators, placed irregularly throughout the centuries, and upon this kind of intermittent immortality.” —Marguerite Yourcenar,
Memoirs of Hadrian“How many do you think you’ll get?”
“Well, I have two and Sharon has two, and they should be able to get a few friends to come along, so at least eight or ten.” As I said it, we both tried to look confident that our own daughters would give up their lunch recess.