When I got home there was Aunt Nancy, in a gingham apron and one of my father’s felt hats on, out in the yard raking leaves. That was quite a piece of news, but I didn’t have my mind on it. It was the day we were given cards with our names on them, and I found out I was John, not Jack. When I got to the school I didn’t have it, and began to worry. A tree was in the backyard, and they got the idea Miss Jonas should have a pear, so my Aunt Sheila went out and picked a big yellow one with a pink cheek on it, and sent me off with it. It was given me by my aunts the first week of school, to take to my teacher, Miss Jonas. The next thing I remember was a Bartlett pear. It makes no sense, does it, to say that a few times in my life, when something was happening inside of me, I could tell what it meant by the pale, blue-green, all-filled-with-light color the feeling had? It was a feeling I imagine other people have when they think about God in church. All I saw was that beautiful green thing, all filled with light, fluttering off through the trees, alive and free. Then he spit, but I didn’t pay any attention. He kicked at her, and she let him have it on the shins. When Jane got there she told the boy to stop, but he kept right on whacking. Never in my whole life, in a dream or on a battlefield or anywhere, have I felt such horror as I did then. He had a stick, and he was whacking at the moth to kill it. When I got back, there was a boy, I guess ten or twelve years old, but to me then bigger than any Yale guard was, later. I followed it quite a while, to a wall and a hedge and a bush, and then I ran off to find Jane so she could see it too. Well, one day when the sky was about the color of a wet slate shingle, I was over there with Jane, my colored nurse, and this thing began flying around. On cloudy days it’s a little dark out there, and things like fireflies and bats and swallows get their signals crossed up and come out. I saw it in Druid Hill Park, which is up the street from our house, in Baltimore, on Mt. The first thing I remember was a big luna moth. They do not represent, and are not intended to represent, actual persons, events, or places nor have they been drawn, under disguise or in any other way, from the life of the author. The characters, however, are imaginary, as are the incidents that engage them, and most of the specific settings. Thus copyright term extensions were often granted under the TRIPS, even to copyright authors whose rights were already lapsed when the TRIPS extended the copyright term in a relevant jurisdiction – and typically, the extended rights accrued to the original authors, composers, artists or their estates and not any existing assignees or licensees of the original term(s.This story touches many parts of the United States, as well as a corner of Europe, alluding to various localities the reader will find familiar, and an occasional public figure. While grandfathering usually applies to reduction in or removal of vested rights, it does not normally apply to the expansion or extension of rights. Thus a classic example of a grandfather clause arose in the United States when states raised their legal age for the purchase and consumption of alcohol from 18 years to 21 the new laws generally provided that those who were over the age of 18 as of the date that the new drinking age came into force, could continue to buy and consume alcohol. Colloquial term describing the principle that already vested rights usually cannot be taken away by changes in law or regulation (and sometimes contracts).
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