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Without memory, there is no identity, & without identity we are cast adrift into a sea of chance, without compass, map or destination.
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Holding him like that moved me in a way I cannot describe, except to say I felt the seeds of death inside his shrivelling frame, and as I laid him in his chair, adjusting his head on the pillows, I had the coldest realisation that our time was running out.
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― Tuesdays with Morrie: An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life's Greatest Lesson
― Tuesdays with Morrie: An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life's Greatest Lesson
