“Life would be so wonderful if only we knew what to do with it.”
Happy 109th birthday, Greta.
Thank you for your work—your art—your performances in films that continue to enthrall us. Thank you for your humor. Thank you for your enchanting—mysterious—personality that has allured fans for 89 years.
Thank you for being you, Greta. Happy birthday.
Greta Lovisa Gustafsson (Greta Garbo) | 18 September 1905 — 15 April 1990
“Her life speaks for itself.” — Stephen Bogart (quoted in The New York Times)
Betty died at the age of eighty-nine last month on 12 August 2014. I, for three years, desired to send her a fan letter, enclosed with a photo to receive an autograph from her. However, after an initial attempt failed, I kept putting off sending it again. Now, I will have no chance. However, in honor of what would have been her ninetieth birthday, I will write her the letter I never sent her in life.
♪ Rock on gold dust woman,
take your silver spoon,
dig your grave ♪
Gold Dust Woman | Fleetwood Mac
♪ I’m so fancy, you already know
I’m in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo
I’m so fancy, can’t you taste this gold?
Remember my name, ‘bout to blow ♪
Fancy | Iggy Azalea feat. Charli XCX
♪ Have you ever wished your life would change?
Woke up and you lived your dreams?
Baby, I could help you make that change
I could show you how to do this thing ♪
Change Your Life | Iggy Azalea feat. T.I.
Virgin Mother, daughter of thy Son,
Thou art the fountainhead of hope;
Lady, thou art so great, and so prevailing,
That he who wishes grace, nor runs to thee,
His aspirations without wings would fly.
Not only thy benignity gives succour
To him that asketh for it, but oftentimes
Forerunneth of its own accord the asking.
In thee compassion is, in thee is pity,
In thee magnificence; in thee unites
Whate’er of goodness is in any creature. —Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy (Par. XXXIII, 1, 12—21)
The Angel, who came down to earth with tidings
Of peace, that had been wept for many a year,
And opened Heaven from its long interdict,
In front of us appeared so truthfully
There sculpted in a gracious attitude
He did not seem an image that is silent
One would have sworn that he was saying “Ave;”
For she was there in effigy portrayed
Who turned the key to ope the exalted Love. —Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy (Purg. X, 34—42)
I wished to see how our image to the circle
Conformed itself, and how it there finds place;
But my own wings were not enough for this,
Had it not been that then my mind there was smote
A flash of lightning, wherein came its wish.
Here vigour failed the lofty fantasy:
But now was turning my desire and will,
Even as a wheel that equally is moved,
By the Love which moves the sun and the other stars. —Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy (Par. XXXIII, 137—145)
My heart hath rejoiced in the Lord: I have joyed in Thy salvation. There is none holy as the Lord is, for there is no other besides Thee, and there is none strong like our God. —1 Samuel 2:1—2, Douay-Rheims Bible
Begin ye to the Lord with timbrels, sing ye to the Lord with cymbals, tune unto Him a new psalm, extol and call upon His name. Let us sing a hymn to the Lord, let us sing a hymn to our God; O Lord, great art Thou, and glorious in Thy power, and no one can overcome Thee. —Judith 16:2, 15—16, Douay-Rheims Bible