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In one of the articles I read about this, one of his friends was saying that he was "dramatic up until the end, dying on Christmas day of all days."
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Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you.
-John Irving
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