Very few people think friendship of comparable value to affection or even a love at all. We cannot remember any poem since “In Memoriam,” or any novel, has celebrated it. Tristan and Isolde, Anthony and Cleopatra, Romeo and Juliet, have innumerable counterparts in modern literature and song; David and Jonathan, Pylades and Orestes, Poland and Oliver, Amis and Amile, have not. To the ancients, friendship seemed the happiest and most fully human of all loves; the crown of life and the school of virtue. The modern world in comparison ignores it. Few value it, because few experience it. And the possibility of going through life without the experience is rooted in that fact which separates.
Though detached by sight, touch and sound, we count it all joy to call you friend.
Many of you already know this, but in case you don't, . . . we have a
We use it to send out various unsundry information (sometimes pertianent-sometimes not). Mostly, we use it to let all of you wonderful folks know what we're doing and where we're we're diong it. For those of you who have already experienced Dr. Jay, well . . . we all agree - he does say "hello" in his own special way, keeping everyone abreast of special critical situations only he thinks are important - be prepared.
There you have it. Thank you again for everything!
Much Love Always!
Dr. Jay & Miss Diana
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