It made me shiver somewhere in the core of me. Her lips mere millimeters away from my ear. “I hear you are on a reading binge.” She’d leaned in close, as she had a tendency to do with me. It was Charlotte who pressed this book upon me. It’s about the hours right? Those few precious hours over a lifetime when we feel we have a chance to do something special, to prove that we can do something that will forever immortalize us as someone exceptional. A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills more die by accident and most of us, the vast majority, are slowly devoured by some disease or, if we’ve very fortunate, by time itself.” We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep-it’s as simple and ordinary as that. ”We throw our parties we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes.
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