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The Past Is Strapped To Our Backs. We Do Not Have To See It; We Can Always Feel It.

We Semaphore From Ship To Ship, But They're Sinking, Too.

Character Is What Emerges From All The Little Things You Were Too Busy To Do Yesterday, But Did Anyway.

Only Where Children Gather Is There Any Real Chance Of Fun.

We Have A Terror Of Seeming To Exert Ourselves, Lest It Be Noticed That We Exerted Ourselves And Did Not Succeed.