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Max Gate, who goes on to meet Tunder Wilms, with whom he shares a lifelong friendship and discourse on a variety of subjects. A chance encounter with Beekman Cruger will change Max's life.

"Most human quarrels arise from the fact that both wise men and dunces exist who are so constituted as to be incaable of seeing more than one side of any fact or idea, while each asserts that the side he sees is the only true and right one." -- Honore De Balzac, Paris August-September 1846

"We shall tell it at length, in precise and thorough detail -- for when was a story short of diversion or long on boredom simply because of the time and space required for the telling? Unafraid of the odium of appearing too meticulous, we are much more inclined to the view that only thoroughness can be truly entertaining . And with that, we begin." -- Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain

"You walk and walk, and you never get back home on time, because you are lost to time and it to you. O sea -- we sit here telling our story far from you, but our eyes and heart turn toward you now, and we explicitly invoke you, speak your name aloud, making you as present as you constantly have been, are, always will be, in our silent thoughts . . . Blustering wasteland, spanned by pale, bright gray, drenched with a dry, salty tang that clings to our lips. We walk and walk along the light springy beach strewn with seaweed and tiny shells, our ears swathed by the wind, by the great, ample, mild wind that passes freely through space, unencumbered and without malice, filling our heads with gentle numbness -- we wander, wander and watch the roiling sea send tongues of onrushing foam to lick our feet and fall back again. The surf seethes, wave upon silken wave crashes with a bright thud against the level beach -- here, there, on sandbars farther out. And the universal turmoil, the tenderly booming din closes our ears against every other voice in the world. Profound contentment, knowing forgetfulness. Sheltered in eternity, let us close our eyes." -- Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain, p. 647-648.

"Time is the element of narration, just as it is the element of life--is inextricably bound up with it, as bodies are in space. It is also the element of music, which itself measures and divides time, making it suddenly diverting and precious; and related to music, as we hve noted, is the story, which can also only present itself in successive events, as movements toward an end (and not as something suddenly, brilliantly present, like a work of visual art, which is pure body bound to time), and even if it would try to be totally here in each moment, would still need time for presentation." - Thomas Mann

"I mean to prepare the way for futurity. I'm no philosopher, you see, and may be justly said to build castles in the air." My folly makes me ashamed and beg you'll conceal it, yet Neddy we have seen such schemes successful when the projector is constant." -- Alexander Hamilton, 1769, aged fourteen in a letter to Edward Stevens


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Alan Rickman in Seminar.


       kenneth branagh as FDR


                        Cloning . . . not croning.


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