“Amor fati,” Ursula said. “Nietzsche wrote about it all the time. I didn’t understand, I thought it was ‘a more fatty.’ Do you remember I used to see a psychiatrist? Dr. Kellet? He was a philosopher at heart.” “Love of fate?” “It means acceptance. Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally. Death is just one more thing to be embraced, I suppose.”
