Thanks Mike for sharing your feelings about a brave and wise man, Vera
----- Original Message -----
From: Mike Cole <mcole@weber.ucsd.edu>
To: <xmca@weber.ucsd.edu>
Sent: Tuesday, May 21, 2002 10:16 AM
Subject: Gone, but not forgotten
>
> Last night I learned of the death of Steve Gould. He was/is one of
> my personal heroes.
>
> His chapter in Ontogeny and Phylogeny on the history of scientific
> rascism is an entire college education in a single chapter.
>
> When he had cander 20 years ago, he and I were corresponding. We shared
> an interest in folk music, and in particular, in the way Pete Seeger
> sang this song.
>
> In rememberence. Damn it.
> mike
> ------
> The water is wide, I cannot get o'er,
> And neither have I wings to fly,
> O, go and get me some little boat,
> To carry o'er my true love and I.
>
> A-down in the meadow the other day,
> A-gath'ring flowers both fine and gay,
> A-gath'ring flowers both red and blue,
> I little thought what love can do.
>
> I put my hand into some soft bush,
> Thinking the fairest flower to pluck;
> I pricked my finger unto the bone
> And left the fairest flower alone.
>
> I leaned my back against some oak,
> Thinking it was a trusty tree,
> But first he bended and then he broke,
> And so my true love proved false to me.
>
> There is a ship sailing on the sea,
> She's loaded deep as deep can be;
> But not so deep as in love I am,
> I care not whether I sink or swim.
>
>
> Where love is planted, O, there it grows,
> It grows and blossoms like the rose.
> It has a sweet and pleasant smell
> No flow'r on earth can it excel.
>
> Must I be bound, O, and she go free,
> Must I love one that cannot love me ?
> Why must I play such a childish part,
> And love a girl that will break my heart ?
>
> O, love is handsome and love is fine,
> And love is charming when it is true;
> As it grow older, it groweth colder,
> And fades away like the morning dew.
>
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