Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpsey where my bones shall be thrown.
After the event, [Steve] Jobs even briefly joined the media where Apple's new product line was being shown. He walked under his own steam, of course, easily and without any apparent discomfort. […] Whether Jobs's health is in decline or not, it's undeniable that the past five years have been the most fertile of his magnificent career.
Instead, he found the Sabbath in North Carolina generally disregarded, or distinguished by the convivial visitings of the white inhabitants, and the noisy diversions of the negroes.
