All At Once I Felt So Vain,

A Mind Troubled By Doubt Cannot Focus On The Course Of Victory.

I Don't Think Any Of Us Can Speak Frankly About Pain Until We Are No Longer Enduring It.

I Went Back To Those Graves Not Long Afterward And Found As I Stood There That Sadness Was A Very Heavy Thing. My Body Weighed Twice What It Had Only A Moment Earlier, As If Those Graves Were Pulling Me Down Toward Them.

A Memoir Provides A Record Not So Much Of The Memoirist As Of The Memoirist's World.

Sadness Was A Very Heavy Thing.