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There Is Something Frank And Joyous And Young In The Open Face Of The Country. It Gives Itself Ungrudgingly To The Moods Of The Season, Holding Nothing Back.

The Summer Moon Hung Full In The Sky. For The Time Being It Was The Great Fact Of The World.

Claude Wheeler Opened His Eyes Before The Sun Was Up And Vigorously Shook His Younger Brother, Who Lay In The Other Half Of The Same Bed.

I Shall Not Die Of A Cold. I Shall Die Of Having Lived.

Alexandra Sighed. "i Have A Feeling That If You Go Away, You Will Not Come Back. Something Will Happen To One Of Us, Or To Both. People Have To Snatch At Happiness When They Can, In This World. It Is Always Easier To Lose Than To Find. What I Have Is Yours If You Care Enough About Me To Take It.