For I remember it is Easter morn,
And life and love and peace are all new
born.
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Alice Freeman Palmer
If you always do what you've always done, you'll always get what you've always got...
I am currently reading a book from a few years ago by a woman that moved to London to marry her husband. She was a writer for the NY Times and continued writing for them from London, mostly about her newly adopted home. At first glance this book was going to be perfect. It had everything I look for: mostly a Union Jack and a cuppa tea on the cover. Now I don't want to spoil anything and seeing as I'm not past the second chapter, this may not be an entirely un-biased opinion but I'm heartily offended on behalf of my future (I hope!) kinsmen.