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It's Difficult To Write A Book Where A Character Is On Virtually Every Page Of The Book But You Cannot Refer To His Or Her Gender. It Gets Rid Of Every His, Her, She And He.

Somewhere Lives A Bad Cajun Cook, Just As Somewhere Must Live One Last Ivory-billed Woodpecker. For Me, I Don't Expect Ever To Encounter Either One.

Get Out And Find ...the Country. And Ourselves.

The Thing That Overwhelms Me When I Go Out Now Is The Sprawlation Of America.

Memory Is Each Man's Own Last Measure, And For Some, The Only Achievement.