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“The quality of mercy is not strained,”
“Prophecy is not an unalloyed gift,”
On Wednesday afternoon, Mrs. Baker asked how my cross-country preparation was going. “Death, a necessary end,” I said, “will come when it will come.” Mrs. Baker smiled. “Do you think that death is coming for you on the cross-country course, Mr. Hoodhood?”
Maybe the first time that you know you really care about something is when you think about it not being there, and you know—you really know—that the emptiness is as much inside you as outside you.
