"So on she pass'd; and had not set, I ween, Her tenth step to the ground, when, with mine eyes Her eyes encountered; and, with visage mild, "So mend thy pace," she cried, "that if my words Address thee, thou mayest still be aptly placed To hear them." Soon as duly to her side I now had hasten'd: "Brother!" She began, "Why makest thou no attempt at questioning, As thus we walk together?" Like to those Who, speaking with to reverant an awe Before their betters, draw not forth the voice Alive unto their lips befel me then..." Dante'           Within the souls of certain special people, is the miraculous gift of the pen. Herein is a sample of the gifts of some of those people