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"Billie Holiday was singing parlando, one of the late songs when she had lost her voice and had only her nerve in reserve. She was back on her sailboat in the middle of the Sound, maybe, in the moonlight, her voice filled with regret and desire; revenge would be the furthest thing from her mind. Successful revenge requires the cramped disipline of the accountant and she preferred the unruly emotions of the spendthrift. She needed protection, but there was none and so she sang. The song, imitated everywhere but never equaled. It would be a good thing if presidents were required to listen to the blues and a good thing also if they were require to drink while listening. The blues would give them an idea of the limits of human ambition and the consequences of righteous action, an appreciation of grief and ecstasy and inscrutable providence and the certainty of betrayal, along with the impression of memory and often its loss altogether. Truth and falsehood were next of kin. That was what Lincoln knew. " Ward Just Forgetfulness.

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Anyone who can give approximate date and location of photo below, based on clothing worn by revelers,and interior of the unknown night club will get five gold stars...

  

"It was. It will never be again. Remember."

"The Book of Memory," Paul Auster

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"Ce n'est pas ce qui est criminel qui coute le plus a dire,
cest ce qui est ridicule et honteux."

It is not what is criminal that is hardest to acknowledge; but rather what is ridiculous or shameful.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau