(1) Do you remember when GE (General Electric) built things?
(2) A poem¹ by Tom Moore:
Have you not oft, in nightly vision, stray’d
To the pure isles of ever-blooming shade,
Which bards of old, with kindly magic, plac’d
For happy spirits in th’ Atlantic waste?
There as eternal gales, with fragrance warm,
Breath’d from elysium through each shadowy form,
In eloquence of eye, and dreams of song,
They charm’d their lapse of nightless hours along!
Nor yet in song, that mortal ear may suit,
For every spirit was itself a lute,
Where virtue waken’d, with elysian breeze,
Pure tones of thought and mental harmonies!
Believe me, Lady, when the zephyrs bland
Floated our bark to this enchanted land,
These leafy isles upon the ocean thrown,
Like studs of emerald o’er a silver zone;
Not all the charm, that ethnic fancy gave
To blessed arbours o’er the western wave,
Could wake a dream, more soothing or sublime,
Of bowers ethereal and the spirit’s clime!
¹EPISTLE III to THE MARCHIONESS DOWAGER OF DONEGAL
(3) The Jubilee Line Extension: One Of The London Underground’s Finest Moments (The Londonist)
(3a) Limestone Archives: Weekend 273.1
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A rainy day…a total wash out…it took me a couple of hours to realize there were no errands to run…no bike rides to be had…just the opportunity to listen to 
“As I looked at the glow, which I mistakenly thought had spatial boundaries, I was transported into an endless glossy sea with low clouds of gold on the horizon. Azure and gold, and all the sensations of warmth and ceaseless tropical life filled my brain. This was a place of rest, and, mysteriously, the source of all growth.” – Francis Kline, Lovers of the Place: Monasticism Loose in the Church 
