I think a lot of people want to be remembered the way they were, as opposed to the way they are now.
Beauty is the disinterested one, without which the ancient world refused to understand itself, a word which both imperceptibly and yet unmistakably has bid farewell to our new world, a world of interests, leaving it to its own avarice and sadness.
We always had lutefisk for Christmas dinner, after which Dad read from the Norwegian Bible.

