To See The Best Before

Perhaps It Is Indeed Time I Began To Look At This Whole Matter Of Bantering More Enthusiastically. After All, When One Thinks About It, It Is Not Such A Foolish Thing To Indulge In - Particularly If It Is The Case That In Bantering Lies The Key To Human Warmth.

What Is The Point Of Worrying Oneself Too Much About What One Could Or Could Not Have Done To Control The Course One's Life Took? Surely It Is Enough That The Likes Of You And I At Least Try To Make Our Small Contribution Count For Something True And Worthy. And If Some Of Us Are Prepared To Sacrifice Much In Life In Order To Pursue Such Aspirations, Surely That In Itself, Whatever The Outcome, Cause For Pride And Contentment.

Memories, Even Your Most Precious Ones, Fade Surprisingly Quickly. But I Don’t Go Along With That. The Memories I Value Most, I Don’t Ever See Them Fading.

I Took One Glance At Her In That Hospital Bed Under The Dull Light And Recognised The Look On Her Face, Which I'd Seen On Donors Often Enough Before. It Was Like She Was Willing Her Eyes To See Right Inside Herself, So She Could Patrol And Marshal All The Better The Separate Areas Of Pain In Her Body.

What I Wished More Than Anything Was That The Thing Hadn't Happened At All, And I Thought That By Not Mentioning It I'd Be Doing Everyone Else A Favor.