it all easy. I have been always telling you, my love, that I had no idea of the change being so very material to Hartfield as you apprehended; and now you have Emma’s account. I hope you will be satisfied.

I remember an immense feeling of possibility at the idea, as if I had been ushered into a vast building filled with closed doors and had been given leave to open any I liked. There were more doors than one person could ever open in a lifetime, I thought (and still think).

Memoirs lie, but fiction tells the truth.

I don&#39;t want people to remember me going through the motions.

Written By Bobby Rahal

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