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"At midnight, when all the stages turned into pumpkins, when the horses turned into rats, when not only little natural Gasella but all the people at the party turned into paupers, the place was lousy with glass slippers. Then the real miracle occurred: Wednesday turned into Thursday. Every midnight is a fairy tale, the end of one."

   ~   Rule

"so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past"

   ~   fitzgerald