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Learning Starts With Failure; The First Failure Is The Beginning Of Education.

My Two Major Faults Are That I Row Too Long And Pick Up Too Many Women

At Exactly Fifteen Minutes Past Eight In The Morning, On August 6, 1945, Japanese Time, At The Moment When The Atomic Bomb Flashed Above Hiroshima, Miss Toshiko Sasaki, A Clerk In The Personnel Department Of The East Asia Tin Works, Had Just Sat Down At Her Place In The Plant Office And Was Turning Her Head To Speak To The Girl At The Next Desk.

Journalism Allows Its Readers To Witness History; Fiction Gives Its Readers An Opportunity To Live It.

To My Great Surprise, I Never Heard Anyone Cry Out In The Disorder, Even Though They Suffered In Great Agony. They Died In Silence, With No Grudge, Setting Their Teeth To Bear It. All For The Country!