she has found that the only way to understand the world as something other than a tale of loss is to see it as a tale of change.

My sole consolation—and it is a great one—is the realization of my life’s fortune in your friendship.

As for Alice, her grievances were less specific and less spoken of, for they included Mary ruining her life.

And yet to have claimed that a warm spring morning walking over earth carpeted with apple blossoms was somehow the same, substantively, spiritually, as a cold winter noon spent pruning, or a harvest evening heavy with the smell of juice and hay—this would have betrayed an ignorance not only of country life, but of the thousand seasons—of frogsong,

To mourn a lost friend, however, is not the same as wishing for another.

We were experts at the science of allegiance, at bribery, at pressing any advantage we could find.

Dutch

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she was a person whose hunger for the world was greater than what the world provided.