Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
"There were two points of view he was having troubles reconciling. From the first one, he was seeing himself as some sort of adventurer, who was following his instincts in his quest for something great, just not well defined. From the second one, he was morally bankrupt, irresponsible criminal, who was lying and stealing to... Continue Reading →
"But what about her uncle? She had so little to go on, practically nothing of any substance, and yet he loomed so large over the entire household. He was a mythic creature, a legend. It was impossible to imagine him as the father at a wedding. Dancing? Rejoicing? He slipped out of all the scenarios... Continue Reading →
"War makes possible enemies out of people whom we have considered friendly acquaintances for many years. Yet the dangers attendant on having people who would furnish information to the enemy in our midst is too great to allow a relaxation of alertness. Aliens loyal to Mussolini or Hitler are just as dangerous to us right... Continue Reading →
"He made decisions instantly, and carried them out quickly, without apparent concern for their effects. He had enemies, but many more friends who respected him for doing and saying the things they wish they could. Occasionally, I was granted glimpses of his soul. Angels and demons were doing battle in there. Most of the time... Continue Reading →
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