On New Year’s Eve
Stephanus: Where do the old years go when they die? Is there a country for old years that have passed away? Are the new years waiting, cued up in the wings, waiting to hear their music and make their entrance? Maximus: Stephanus, really, I think you’ve had a bit too much of the Wassail bowl tonight. Look around. We’re the last ones left at this party. All the New Year’s revelers have gone home early to their beds! Stephanus: Nuh- no – no. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. They say time passes, that time can fly… Read More »On New Year’s Eve