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I’ve sometimes felt that things didn’t end well between us. Maybe that’s why I think of him so often.’
the legend of Jack O’Lantern, the miserable blacksmith forced to wander between heaven and earth, his path illuminated only by a spark of hellfire concealed in a turnip.
‘The souls of the virtuous are in the hands of God, no torment shall ever touch them. In the eyes of the unwise, they did appear to die, their going looked like a disaster, their leaving us like annihilation; but they are in peace . . .’
