She nods, not meeting his gaze, and steps out into the evening. It is raining, of course. The umbrella now does what its owner has never been able to manage, and Miss Dark goes home.

In the same way once a book is printed and published it ceases to be the property of the author; he commits it to the care of other people;

My dear, I'm seldom sure of anything. Life at best is a precarious business...

If by some fiat I had to restrict all this writing to one sentence, this is the one I would choose: The summit of Mt. Everest is marine limestone.

Written By John McPhee

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