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The Lives Of Happy People Are Dense With Their Own Doings -- Crowded, Active, Thick. But The Sorrowing Are Nomads, On A Plain With Few Landmarks And No Boundaries; Sorrow's Horizons Are Vague And Its Demands Are Few.

... People Are Always Turning Out To Be Tougher Than I Think They Are.

Part Of The Trick Of Being Happy Is A Refusal To Allow Oneself To Become Too Nostalgic For The Heady Triumphs Of One's Youth.

Anyway, Whacking A Surly Bartender Ain't Much Of A Crime.

Books Can Accommodate The Proximity Of Computers But It Doesn't Seem To Work The Other Way Around. Computers Now Literally Drive Out Books From The Place That Should, By Definition, Be Books' Own Home: The Library.