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My Youngest Brother Had A Wonderful Schtick From Some Time In High School, Through To Graduating Medicine. He Had A Card In His Wallet That Read, ‘if I Am Found With Amnesia, Please Give Me The Following Books To Read …’ And It Listed Half A Dozen Books Where He Longed To Recapture That First Glorious Sense Of Needing To Find Out ‘what Happens Next’ … The Feeling That Keeps You Up Half The Night. The Feeling That Comes Before The Plot’s Been Learned.

She Had Been A Solitary Child, And Then Solitary As A Woman, Drawn Into An Orbit Of Her Own That Took Her Away From Others, Even Those Who Would Be Her Friends.

She Was Owner And Captive, Both, Of A Bitterly Divided Heart.

The Military Preferred - Invariably - Those Who Could Be Readily Defined, Assigned Roles, Understood, And Controlled.

We Worship…the Powers That Speak To Our Souls, If It Seems They Do. We Do So Knowing There Is More To The World, And The Half-world, And Perhaps Worlds Beyond, Than We Can Grasp. We Always Knew That. We Can’t Even Stop Children From Dying, How Would We Presume To Understand The Truth Of Things? Behind Things? Does The Presence Of One Power Deny Another? [p. 176]