Ragged endings and hope-shaped lives

Hope

When I was a teenager I loved reading biographies.  (I still do in fact, but I have much less time to devote to it.)One of the things that fascinated me was the way in which people died.  It was probably a precocious neurosis, but in looking back on it, I think my preoccupation with the way people’s lives ended was also rooted in something for which we all long: for our lives to make sense, to mean something, to end logically, to finish in a way shaped by the same life-long dreams and con … [Read more...]


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