If an American was condemned to confine his activity to his own affairs, he would be robbed of one half of his existence. – Alexis de Tocqueville, 1835
Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree. – T. S. Eliot
