I was once more struck by the truth of the ancient saying: Man's heart is a ditch full of blood. The loved ones who have died throw themselves down on the bank of this ditch to drink the blood and so come to life again; the dearer they are to you, the more of your blood they drink.

What does education often do? It makes a straight-cut ditch of a free, meandering brook.

sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all of the lives I’m not living.

—Supongo que me pregunto si la política podría separarnos.

Written By Ken Follett

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