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I wish, he thinks, spoken words could be captured and kept in a locket.
“How gleefully”—the old man’s eyes close—“life shreds our well-crafted plans.”
The readiest apologies, Penhaligon observes, carry the littlest worth.
“Nobody ever died for a flag, only what the flag symbolizes.”
“Would your uncle want you to demonstrate Dutch manliness by dying in a crush of roof tiles and masonry?” “My uncle would quote Goethe: ‘Our friends show us what we can do; our enemies teach us what we must do.’
The purest believers, Shiroyama thinks, are the truest monsters.
