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The United States Particularly Abandoned Liberia After The End Of The Cold War.

Boys Like It When You Talk To Them As If They Were Grown Men—at Least He Always Did When He Was A Kid—because They Pretend That’s What They Are Anyhow, Grown-up Men, And They Do It For Their Entire Lives.

Driving Home, It's All I Can Do To Keep From Crying. Time's Come, Time's Gone, Time's Never Returning, I Say To Myself. What's Here In Front Of Me Is All I've Got, I Decide, And As I Drive My Car Through The Blowing Snow It Doesn't Seem Like Much, Except For The Kindness That I've Just Exchanged With An Old Lady, So I Concentrate On That.

Lists Of Books We Reread And Books We Can't Finish Tell More About Us Than About The Relative Worth Of The Books Themselves.

Motivations Are Too Tangled And Complex.