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The Monday Morning Memo

“The Parting Glass” has been sung by friends saying goodbye in Scotland since 1605, the year Cervantes sketched Don Quixote in the air with his pen. Variations and fragments appeared across time until the melody was finally collected and codified in 1782. “The Parting Glass” is often sung at funerals.

Of all the money that e’er I had, I spent it in good company.
and all the harm that e’er I’ve done, alas, it was to none but me.
But since it has so ought to be, a time to rise and a time to fall,
Come fill to me the parting glass, “Good night” and joy be to you all.

Of all the comrades that e’er I’ve had, they are sorry for my going away,
and all the sweethearts that e’er I had, they would wish me one more day to stay.
And all I’ve done for want of wit, to memory now I can’t recall,
Come fill to me the parting glass, “Good night” and joy be to you all.

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“Where is Danny? Lonely as smoke on a clear, cold night, he drifts through Monterey in the evening. To the post-office he goes, to the station, to the pool rooms on Alvarado Street, to the wharf where the black water mourns among the piles. What is it, Danny? What makes you feel this way? Danny didn’t know. There was an ache in his heart like the farewell to a dear woman; there was vague sorrow in him like the despair of autumn. He walked past the restaurants he used to smell with interest, and no appetite was aroused in him. He walked by Madam Zuca’s great establishment, and exchanged no obscene jests with the girls in the windows. Back to the wharf he went. He looked over the rail into the deep, deep water. Do you know, Danny, how the wine of your life is pouring into the fruit jars of the gods? Do you see the procession of your days in the oily waters among the piles? He remained motionless, staring down.”

- From Chapter XVI of Tortilla Flat, by John Steinbeck (1935)

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