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All The Worry People Expend Over Not Existing After They Die, Yet Nary A One Ever Seems To Spare A Moment To Worry About Not Having Existed Before They Were Conceived. Or At All. After All, One Sperm Over And We Would Have Been Our Sisters, And We'd Never Have Been Missed.

For A While, I Thought I Was Going Mad. At Last, I Became Reconciled To My Despair. The Medications Helped, Too, I Thought, Sir.

"it Was Suicide, Wasn't It?" "in An Involuntary Sort Of Way," Said Vorob'yev. "these Cetagandan Political Suicides Can Get Awfully Messy, When The Principal Won't Cooperate." "thirty-two Stab Wounds In The Back, Worst Case Of Suicide They Ever Saw?" Murmured Ivan, Clearly Fascinated By The Gossip. "exactly, My Lord."

Miles Exhaled Carefully, Faint With Rage And Reminded Grief. He Does Not Know, He Told Himself. He Cannot Know... "ivan, One Of These Days Somebody Is Going To Pull Out A Weapon And Plug You, And You're Going To Die In Bewilderment, Crying, "what Did I Say? What Did I Say?" "what Did I Say?" Asked Ivan Indignantly.

Growing Up, I Have Discovered Over Time, Is Rather Like Housework: Never Finished.