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I Thought Of The Wilderness We Had Left Behind Us, Open To Sea And Sky, Joyous In Its Plenitude And Simplicity, Perfect Yet Vulnerable, Unaware Of What Is Coming, Defended By Nothing, Guarded By No One.

Proust Again: One Can Only Wish That A Man With Such Powers Of Total Recall Had Led A Less Tedious Life, Moved Among Somewhat Livelier Circles.

In Art As In Life, Form And Subject, Body And Soul, Are One.

Reincarnation? There Is Such A Thing. What Could Be More Mozartian Than The Nutcracker Suite?

Are People More Important Than The Grizzly Bear? Only From The Point Of View Of Some People.