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I then stood up and told them to thank me because when on their death bed filtering memories like silt through a river mouth, they would, no doubt, bring up this evening and laugh like children at the image of an orange moon as big as the autumn sky and a crazy young chap grabbing his balls like a saddle horn, crowing behind them.

-From a seven page autobiography found rolled into a child's metal thermos picked up at an estate sale in northern New England. Author Unknown.