tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93045477116160525.post5498338181794781248..comments2023-04-02T04:45:56.514-07:00Comments on Herb Williams-Dalgart—A Writer's Blog: What We Leave BehindHerbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08717280297924483526noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93045477116160525.post-63383415590479047052011-03-13T00:28:35.730-08:002011-03-13T00:28:35.730-08:00". . . The effect of her being on those aroun...". . . The effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs."<br /><br />From "Middlemarch" by George EliotAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93045477116160525.post-60213544460422694822009-04-08T19:54:00.000-07:002009-04-08T19:54:00.000-07:00I guess you could look at it this way. Since he d...I guess you could look at it this way. Since he died so young, he hadn't done much by the time he was in his mid-life!Herbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08717280297924483526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-93045477116160525.post-5200897772781969332009-04-03T14:28:00.000-07:002009-04-03T14:28:00.000-07:00It's a sobering thought that when Mozart was my ag...It's a sobering thought that when Mozart was my age, he'd been DEAD for 8 years!S. Siegelnoreply@blogger.com