We Are Often More Merciful To Our

History, Which Interprets The Past To Understand The Present And Confront The Future Is The Least Rewarding Discipline For A Dying Species.

Feel, He Told Himself, Feel, Feel, Feel. Even If What You Feel Is Pain, Only Let Yourself Feel.

What A Child Doesn't Receive He Can Seldom Later Give.

It Was One Of Those Perfect English Autumnal Days Which Occur More Frequently In Memory Than In Life.

If This Were Fiction, Could Even The Most Brilliant Novelist Contrive To Make Credible So Short A Period In Which Pride Had Been Subdued And Prejudice Overcome?