The Paradox Of Vengefulness Is That It

We Just Sat There And Watched The Plane Pass The Island, And It Never Came Back," He Said. "i Could See It On The Radar. It Makes You Feel Terrible. Life Was Cheap In War.

His Books Were The Closest Thing He Had To Furniture And He Lived In Them The Way Other Men Live In Easy Chairs.

Though All Three Men Faced The Same Hardship, Their Differing Perceptions Of It Appeared To Be Shaping Their Fates. Louie And Phil's Hope Displaced Their Fear And Inspired Them To Work Toward Their Survival, And Each Success Renewed Their Physical And Emotional Vigor. Mac's Resignation Seemed To Paralyze Him And The Less He Participated In Their Efforts To Survive, The More He Slipped. Though He Did The Least, As The Days Passed, It Was He Who Faded The Most. Louie And Phil's Optimism, And Mac's Hopelessness, Were Becoming Self-fulfilling.

My Work Was Entirely Nonfiction.

Such Beauty, He Thought, Was Too Perfect To Have Come About By Mere Chance. That Day In The Center Of The Pacific Was, To Him, A Gift Crafted Deliberately, Compassionately, For Him And Phil. Joyful And Grateful In The Midst Of Slow Dying, The Two Men Bathed In That Day Until Sunset Brought Is, And Their Time In The Doldrums, To An End.