...didn’t you enjoy meeting the young men?” “What men? There wasn’t a man there I couldn’t squash ten of.

Atlas said, 'Must my future be so heavy?'  Hera said, 'That is your present, Atlas. Your future hardens every day, but it is not fixed.'  'How can I escape my fate?'  'You must choose your destiny.

He liked to talk about the anatomy of racecars, motorcycles, hunting rifles, how things work, and she liked to listen. It was a mark of the distance between them that she listened so eagerly, the perennial miles, the weeks and months

Written By Don DeLillo

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