because every historical detail i learn is another piece of an infinite jigsaw puzzle that gets more and more exciting the bigger it gets
you know, you remind me of a poem i can’t remember and a song that may never have existed and a place i’m not sure i’ve ever been to…
"I wasn’t one of the great presidents, but I had a great time trying to be one, I can tell you that"
…mouths panting, the eyes sullen, disliking sun and wind and earth, resenting food and weariness, hating time that rarely makes them beautiful and always makes them old. Beside them, little potbellied men in light suits and panama hats; clean, pink men with puzzled, worried eyes, with restless eyes. Worried because formulas do not work out; hungry for security and yet sensing its disappearance from the earth. In their lapels the insignia of lodges and service clubs, places where they can go and, by a weight of numbers of little worried men, reassure themselves that business is noble and not the curious ritualized thievery they know it is; that business men are intelligent in spite of the records of their stupidity; that they are kind and charitable in spite of the principles of sound business; that their lives are rich instead of the thin tiresome routines they know; and that a time is coming when they will not be afraid anymore.
John Steinbeck — The Grapes of Wrath