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At That Stage Of My Youth, Death Remained As Abstract A Concept As Non-euclidean Geometry Or Marriage. I Didn't Yet Appreciate Its Terrible Finality Or The Havoc It Could Wreak On Those Who'd Entrusted The Deceased With Their Hearts.

If You Don't Take It, I'm Going To Throw It Away," Alex Cheerfully Retorted. "i Don't Want To Know What Time It Is. I Don't Want To Know What Day It Is Or Where I Am. None Of That Matters.

The Trip Was To Be An Odyssey In The Fullest Sense Of The Word, An Epic Journey That Would Change Everything.

I Mean, How Can You Not Be A Feminist If You Have A Brain In Your Head? If You’re Not A Feminist, Then You’re A Problem.

Now What Is History? It Is The Centuries Of Systematic Explorations Of The Riddle Of Death, With A View To Overcoming Death. That's Why People Discover Mathematical Infinity And Electromagnetic Waves, That's Why They Write Symphonies.