"Other people's secrets are never quite as important as one's own" Pg. 44
"How often in his profession had it been the same - the tiny acorn of coincidence that soared into the might oak whose branches darkened the sky. And now, once again, he was setting out to bring the dreadful growth down. With what? A bag of gold clubs?" Pg 56
— Oct 11, 2012 02:20PM
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