Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

All the stories I would like to write persecute me. When I am in my chamber, it seems as if they are all around me, like little devils, and while one tugs at my ear, another tweaks my nose, and each says to me, 'Sir, write me, I am beautiful.

During that time, the young man met and married a beautiful young woman who had completed her law degree from Columbia University but had decided to pursue her MBA afterward because she had no desire to practice law. Who does? Still, they were happy.

Life is wonderful. It's a gift to be alive, to see the sun and breathe the air. And there isn't really anything else.

Written By Michael Crichton

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