I know, I quote Sam Johnson too much. Can’t help it–I worship the

man–have the Barry portrait looking down on me from above my desk. A

fellow-worshipper has just reminded me of the marvelous opening line of

Rasselas: “Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and

persue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform

the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be

supplied by the morrow; attend to the history of Rasselas prince of

Abissinia.”