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My Father Died In My Arms. That's Tumult. That's Everything Exploding.

Very Early You Come To The Realization That Nothing Will Ever Take You Away From Yourself.

When People Realize They Are Being Listened To, They Tell You Things.

Any Rainy Summer Morning, Of Course, Has The Seeds Of Gloomy Alienation Sown In. But A Rainy Summer Morning Far From Home - When Your Personal Clouds Don't Move But Hang - Can Easily Produce The Feeling Of The World As Seen From The Grave. This I Know.

Literature Should Not Be Exclusive, It Should Be Inclusive. My General View Is That You Can't, Based On Your Own Experience, Project What A Book Will Do For Someone Else. That's Why I Don't Review Books.