affords, is exhausted before we are conscious of our own
felicity, or able to compare our condition with some other
possibles state. We have therefore few traces of the joy of our
earliest discoveries; yet we all remember a time when Nature had
so many untasted gratifications, that every excursion gave
delight which can now be felt no longer, when the noise of a
torrent, the rustle of a wood, the song of birds, or the play of
lambs, had the power to fill the attention, and suspend all
perception of the course of time."
- Samuel Johnson
[For Sebastian Thornton, born 22 Nov 2004.]
[qotd sends its congratulations to our founding editor on the
birth of his first child. -eds.]
Submitted by: Duncan Thornton
Nov. 29, 2004
