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Perhaps A Hero Is Someone Who Doesn’t Register His Own Vulnerability. Is It Courage, Then, If You’re Too Daft To Know You’re Mortal?

That Is The Way We Decided To Talk, Free And Easy, Two Young Men Discussing A Boxing Match. That Was The Only Way To Talk. You Couldn't Let Too Much Truth Seep Into Your Conversation, You Couldn't Admit With Your Mouth What Your Eyes Had Seen. If You Opened The Door Even A Centimeter, You Would Smell The Rot Outside And Hear The Screams. You Did Not Open The Door. You Kept Your Mind On The Tasks Of The Day, The Hunt For Food And Water And Something To Burn, And You Saved The Rest For The End Of The War.

The Eternal Challenge For Screenwriter Adapters Is Figuring Out How To Make Something Work On Screen, When So Much Of What Made It Work In The Book Were The Thoughts Of The Character, And Obviously Wanting To Avoid Voiceover.

This Wasn't The Way I Had Imagined My Adventures, But Reality Ignored My Wishes From The Get-go, Giving Me A Body Best Suited For Stacking Books In The Library, Injecting So Much Fear Into My Veins That I Could Only Cower In The Stairwell When The Violence Came. Maybe Someday My Arms And Legs Would Thicken With Muscle And The Fear Would Drain Away Like Dirty Bathwater. I Wish I Believed These Things Would Happen, But I Didn't.

This Is Good, Life Must Continue, We Are Fighting Barbarians, But We Must Remain Human.