Send Dr. Barker a Get Well Card!

Yeah, please do! I'm sure he'll appreciate it.

Thanks, Josiah.

This is a poem by Dylan Thomas that Dr. Barker was always quoting (beautifully I might add) in class.

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

That and Jabberwoky. And a quote by Della Casa from Galateo: "Nor is it seemly, after wiping your nose, to spread out your handkerchief and peer into it as if pearls and rubies might have falled out of your head."