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(“Monumental. A monumental occasion.” See the copy my mother wrote inside the greeting card, shown on page 321, in which she refers to finally arriving in Tunkhannock to visit my brother and his family. My parents live in Sayre, 50-some miles north of Tunkhannock. My father does not drive much anymore, and traveling is difficult for them. We think that in my mother’s eyes the visit to Tunkhannock can legitimately be called a monumental occasion. Her copy begins: “At last we made it to Tunk…”

Monumental. A monumental occasion. A folded card. Writing on the inside. Printed matter and handwriting.

(“A connection with a monument.” This is, we think, developed further below with the monumental occasion data.

A connection with a monument. Something misplaced again. Four plus one. This month. I L I A. (Spelled out. Shakes head, puzzled.)

[...] Monument can also apply, for in the U.S. only deceased persons are shown on stamps; thus an appearance on a stamp is a kind of tribute and a sort of monument. [...]

[...] The impression is of a small image or drawing (shakes head, eyes closed) that might represent a foundation, house, federal building or church, or monument. [...]

(“The impression is of a small image or drawing that might represent a foundation, house, federal building or church, or monument.” [...]

To live does not require any monumental effort.

[...] All That Is “pulsates” with a truly infinite yearning to particularize all of its attributes, to know itself through individualizing all of its dreams, its slightest thought, its most monumental discovery. [...]

[...] The day in which it was produced would vanish and be nothing—only the work would survive as a monument. [...]

[...] They make cities, monuments. [...]

Logic builds its monuments step by step, one thought before the other in a series where each thought or deduction is dependent upon the thought before. [...]

A deep feeling of dissatisfaction will show itself in early symptoms of furniture moving; not on a casual and to-be-expected normal scale, but on a truly monumental scale. [...]

[...] She worked on a long poem about Stonehenge, the great megalithic monument of standing stones in southern England. [...]