York School - Peregrine Yearbook (Monterey, CA)

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Zara fkliciirg Qlhace Go Then, for 'Tis in voin To seek him here which meons noT To be found. -Shokespeore, Romeo ono' Juiief Qll, i, 112-35 -ALM Russion, Level I Yes, soid o possing monioc. -Douglos Adoms, Hifchhikefs Guide Un prince sero lo foble de TouTe l'Europe, eT lui seui n'en souro rien. -Poscol, Pensees Eris, Princess of The Isles, disperse your sporkling Troces. Leod him on To The house of love, where The Gods moy Turn his eyes. -Alphoville, Jerusolem Ondine: On ne peuT pos Lui rendre lo vie? Le Roi des Ondins: Impossible! Ondine: Comme c'esT dommogel Comme je l'ourois oimel Qrideouj -,leon Giroudoux, Ondine And when I owoke, I wds olone. This bird hos flown. So, I IIT The fire. Isn'T iT good, Norwegion wood. -Poul lvlcCorTney 84 John Lennon, Norwegion Wood Een schip op heT sfrond is een bokeb in zee. -DuTch Proverb Pleose don'T hurT me I hove Told you ' All my love is oll I've goT -Pol WookToor, And You Tell Me Dime con quien ondos y Te dire quien eres. -Sponish Proverg WiTh inesTimoble groTiTude ond immeosuroble love To: Mom, Dod, JeoneTTe, Poul, G-reg, Don- ny, Nono, Poppops, PoddingTon, Joy, ond wiTh heorTfelT relucTonce, my siblings. I've sTorTed To sleep oT nighTs. You know, in ony oTher siTuoTion buT ours, ThoT would be on insulT. -G-reg 84 Toro CcourTesy of Niel Burnside ond Louro Dickensj When you ore old ond grey ond full of sleep, if And nodding by The fire, Toke down This book, And slowly reod, ond dreom of The sofT look Your eyes hod once, ond of Their shodows deep. -Williom BuTler YeoTs There wos no music, ond Smiley hod The feeling There should hove been, olso o founToin. -John LeCorre, Nnker, Toiior, Soldier, Spy We noTe our ploce wiTh bookmorkers ThoT meosure whoT we've losT. 1 -Simon 81 Gorfunkel, DongIing ConversoTion ,,zakggg5.fl 1 N 7 TT TX 6 lily if vwwol oxv-47002 J-3 'E O -f. v GSU! m zz:-on-C-I l'hU3 m4Om1 WR 4 I 447 N .nl '

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1 Here I sTond ond foce The roin, I know ThoT noThing's gonno be The some ogoin. I feor for whoT Tomorrow bring TrusT me for whom I om, XI Irv 12 S. Ploce oil your foiTh inTo These honds. I've goT noThing To soy, BuT IeT's sToy friends forever. -CJ-NCI 'Pu,' cIixiT Bubo. 'ChrisTophorus Robinus convivium poroT.' 'OX dixiT Pu. ET videns Bubonem olio suo verbo cum incrusfofione roseo exspecTonTem suojunxiT, 'ErunTne Iepidoe crusTuIoe soccori?' - Winnie llle Pu Down owoiTs o sleepless English Town of coloured grey. Here I room The As summer fode sTreeTs wiThouT you s owoy. o-ho In oil sinceriTy, I Thonk my fomily, friends, ond Teochers for oll Their supporT ond encourogemenT. Andemos en el bosquecillo enTre Ios sombros hosTo Io olbo. Guys ore such o poin. -TGFO . . . My Spidermon pojomos -Bolkie

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VoTre ame esf un paysage choisi Que vonT charmanT mosques eT bergamas- aues JouanT du IuTh eT dansanf eT auasi TrisTes sous leurs deguisemenfs fanfasaues. -Paul Verlaine, T'Claire de Lune BridgeporT'? said l. CameloT, said he. -Mark Twain, A Connecffcuf Yankee in King ArThur's Courf The Fellowship was a brief beginning, a fair Time which cannoT be forgoTTen. And because iT will noT be forgoTTen, ThaT fair Time may come again. IT is a dream l have. -King Arfhur I wanT To be forever young. -Alphaville I have loved The colored-glass days of summer and walking flower-sTrewn sTreeTs in The blue shadows of The evening: and I have loved The sTars Too well To be afraid of The dark one cannoT sTare Too long aT The sun. You did noT deserf me, my Brofhers in Arms. CasT The ivory cifies in The calm cool waTer and Tell me whaT you see. Peace To you. Now iT's Time for The Phoenix To fly. Paul Sainf-Amour E pur si muove. -Galileo Where am l'? -The Prisoner O God, I could be bounded in a nufshell and counT myself a king of infiniTe space, were iT noT ThaT I have bad dreams. -l-lamleT Comme si les chemins familiers Traces dans le ciel d'eTe pou- vaienT mener aussi bien aux prisons au'aux sommeils inno- cenTs. -lVlersaulT We do noT ask for whaT useful purpose The birds do sing, for Their song is Their pleasure since They were creaTed for singing. Similarly, we oughT noT ask why The human mind Troubles To faThom The secreTs of The heavens. -Johannes Kepler, Mysferium Cosmographfcum The survival of The fiTTesT does noT mean Those fiT To kill: iT means Those fiTTing in besT wiTh The resT of life. -Dr. Lewis Thomas NaTure in all iTs vasTness is TruThfully reflecTed in my sincere and feeble soul. -Claude Debussy ' J i T SJW T i l .. It 1 4 Q 4 l . l 1