Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid. Sir Francis Bacon
The River itself has no beginning or end. In its beginning, it is not yet the River; in its end, it is no longer the River. What we call the headwaters is only a selection from among the innumerable sources which flow together to compose it. At what point in its course does the Mississippi become what the Mississippi means? T. S. Eliot
