Gilt

Currants have checked the current of my blood And berries have brought me to be buried here Pears have pared off my body's hardihood And plums and plumbers spare Not so one so spare.

Fain I would feign my fall So fair a fair Lessons not hate yet 'tis a lesson good Gilt will not long hide gilt Such thin washed ware Wears quickly and its rude touch is soon rude Grave on my grave some sentence grave and terse That lies not as it lies upon my clay But in a gentler strain of unstrained verse Praise all to pity are poor Patty's prey Rehearses I was fruitful to my hearse Tells that my days are told and soon I'm tolled away.

In Glasgow Cathedral is an epitaph which is engraved on the lid of a very old sarcophagus discovered in the crypt.

Our lives a flying shadow, God's the pole The index pointing at him is our soul Best the horizon when our sun is set Which will through Christ a resurrection get.

And at the end of the day, I think human beings, people, still want to interact with other human beings and people for some of the most critical things.

Now, when I wanna know the pair of sunglasses I bought on Gilt Groupe last week, don't tell my wife.

They were on sale.

It was like 80% off, but I need some new sunnies.

I worked in finance briefly but entered the startup world, and I was lucky to start in New York City working with a, a great founder here named Kevin Ryan.

He had been the CEO of DoubleClick, co-founded Gilt Groupe and Mongo, um, and I'd worked with him on a company called Gilt Groupe.

And it was through that experience in the mobile era seeing the beginning of the iOS store that I got really interested in early stage investing.

And so after business school I joined what was a first time fund called Primary Venture Partners.