Wednesday, November 09, 2011

Locus communis ...

Ours was no different from the average home in that community. I shall not soon forget how the days began. First, we had a long Presbyterian prayer, that began in Indiana and ended in China. That was as far east as we had geographic knowledge. Then we had a teaspoonful of quinine and then we had breakfast. The years have gone by; prayer and the quinine have disapeared but, thank God, we have breakfast.
- Thomas R. Marshall, Recollections

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