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Changi For Me - Of Course It's Easy To Be Wise After The Event, And To Discuss It Cleverly After The Event - Was About As Near As You Can Get To Being Dead And Still Be Alive.

All Stories Have A Beginning, A Middle And An Ending, And If They're Any Good, The Ending Is A Beginning.

Wars Are Fought By Teenagers, You Realize That. They Really Ought To Be Fought By The Politicians And Old People Who Start These Wars.

How Can A Man Be So Brave And So Stupid, So Gentle And So Cruel, So Warming And So Detestable -- All At The Same Time?

Blackthorne, Beside The Gates, Was Still Turmoiled By His Boundless Joy At Her Reprieve And He Remembered How His Own Will Had Been Stretched That Night Of His Near-seppuku, When He Had Had To Get Up As A Man And Walk Home As A Man Unsupported, And Became Samurai. And He Watched Her, Despising The Need For This Courage, Yet Understanding It, Even Honoring It.