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But Beneath It All Will Run That Sicilian Understanding That The Underside Of Joy Is Grief, That The Face Of Sacrifice And Suffering Is The Dark Mirror Image Of Pleasure And Enjoyment, That Every Moment Of Arrival Is To Be Treasured And Enjoyed In The Full Knowledge That It Has Brought Us A Moment Closer To The Moment Of Departure.

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You Aim For What You Want And If You Don't Get It, You Don't Get It, But If You Don't Aim, You Don't Get Anything.

I Waited For Dawn, But Only Because I Had Forgotten How Hard Mornings Were. For A Second I'd Be Normal. Then Came The Dim Awareness Of Something Off, Out Of Place. Then The Truth Came Crashing Down And That Was It For The Rest Of The Day. Sunlight Was Reproof. Shouldn't I Feel Better Than I Had In The Dead Of Night.

I Went Through College In The 1960s Without Having Any Idea That I Was Going To Have To Make A Living. When I Graduated In 1968 It Was Quite A Shock To Find Out That There Was A World Out There And That It Wasnt Going To Support Me.