Feb 02, 2006 18:52
When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Los Angeles and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.
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Do not fear.
Only from winter can again come spring.
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good eye
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