My father used to say,
"Superior people never
make long visits,
have to be shown Longfellow's
grave
nor the glass flowers at
Harvard.
Self reliant like the cat --
that takes its prey to
privacy,
the mouse's limp tail hanging
like a shoelace from its mouth --
they sometimes enjoy
solitude,
and can be robbed of speech
by speech which has delighted
them.
The deepest feeling always
shows itself in silence;
not in silence, but
restraint."
Nor was he insincere in
saying, "`Make my house your inn'."
Inns are not residences.
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