I Think I've Only Spent About Ten

We Have The Bad Habit, Some Of Us, Of Looking Back To A Time - Almost Any Time Will Do - When Society Was Stable And Orderly, Family Ties Stronger And Deeper, Love More Lasting And Faithful, And So On. Let Me Be Your Cassandra Prophesying After The Fact, And A Long Study Of The Documents In The Case: It Was Never True, That Is, No Truer Than It Is Now.

In This Moment She Felt That She Had Been Robbed Of An Enormous Number Of Valuable Things, Whether Material Or Intangible: Things Lost Or Broken By Her Own Fault, Things She Had Forgotten And Left In Houses When She Moved: Books Borrowed From Her And Not Returned, Journeys She Had Planned And Had Not Made, Words She Had Waited To Hear Spoken To Her And Had Not Heard, And The Words She Meant To Answer With. . . .

The Thing Is Not To Follow A Pattern. Follow Your Own Pattern Of Feeling And Thought. The Thing Is To Accept Your Own Life And Not Try To Live Someone Else's Life. Look, The Thumbprint Is Not Like Any Other, And The Thumbprint Is What You Must Go By.

If You Are Required To Kill Someone Today, On The Promise Of A Political Leader That Someone Else Shall Live In Peace Tomorrow, Believe Me, You Are Not Only A Double Murderer, You Are A Suicide, Too.

The Past Is Never Where You Think You Left It.