Nothing puts things in perspective as quickly as a mountain..

That was the way with grief: it left you alone for months together until you thought that you were cured, and then without warning it blotted out the….

I expect this is what death is like when you meet it. Sort of wildly unfair but inevitable..

Letterwriting is the natural outlet of the "odds." The busy-bodies, the idle, the perverted, the cranks, the feel-it-my-duties ... Also the plain dep….