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To Fill A Small Bag Means Selecting,and Choosing, And Evaluating. There's No Logicial End To That Process. Pretty Soon I Would Have A Big Bag, And Then Two Or Three. A Month Later I'd Be Like The Rest Of You.

This Was Like July 13th, 1943, The Pivotal Day Of The Battle Of The Kursk. We Were Like Alexander Vasilevsky, The Soviet General. If We Attacked Now, This Minute, We Had To Keep On And On Attacking Until The Enemy Was Run Off His Feet And The War Was Won. If We Bogged Down Or Paused For Breath Even For A Second, We Would Be Overrun Again.

People, Reacher Was Certain About. Dogs Were Different. People Had Freedom Of Choice. If A Man Or A Woman Ran Snarling Toward Him, They Did So Because They Chose To. They Were Asking For Whatever They Got. His Response Was Their Problem. But Dogs Were Different. No Free Will. Easily Misled. It Raised An Ethical Problem. Shooting A Dog Because It Had Been Induced To Do Something Unwise Was Not The Sort Of Thing Reacher Wanted To Do.

I'm Not Really Into Gourmet Food; I'm The Kind Of Guy Who Just Stops By A Place That Looks Good Rather Than Heading For The Restaurant Of The Moment.

Full Of Thrills And Tension - But Smart And Human Too.