* * * Perhaps I’ve tried too hard to hide my grief. But I am always on my guard lest I should undermine the widely-held belief that I can be the same, unchanged, undamaged by the blow. Well – friends are not to blame. I’ve played their comfortable game. How could they know? 14th July, 2001 |
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