Loving it, opening of chapter 5 is stunning:
“They are not brave, the days when we are 21… one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. Today, wrapped in the complacent armour of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one but lightly and are soon forgotten, but then-how a careless word would linger…branded… eternal”
— Sep 04, 2026 08:15AM
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