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336 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1980
I met her here those first times, Dorry; here on the common. She looked as though she were lingering on some errand. And up there, at St. Stephens, you were christened, and your grandfather, whom you never saw, was buried, near the plaque to his already dead son. We never moved out of these narrow bounds. Born here, schooled here, worked here. And even when I met her I stood here on the common and thought: enough, everything is in its place, and I in mine.
Keep your eye on the landmarks as you round the bends: St. Stephen's spire; the back straight; the clock-tower; into the home straight. That's the trick of it. 'Not paying attention again Chapman!' But, didn't he see, that's precisely what he was doing? Looking at things that were fixed while you moved yourself. That was how you endured.