As a cloud crosses the sun, silence falls on London; and falls on the mind. Effort ceases. Time flaps on the mast. There we stop; there we stand. Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame. Where there is nothing, Peter Walsh said to himself; feeling hollowed out, utterly empty within. Clarissa refused me, he thought. He stood there thinking, Clarissa refused me.

FORGIVE PEOPLE NOT BECAUSE THEY MERIT IT BUT BECAUSE YOU WANT TO HAVE YOUR PEACE OF MIND TO FOCUS ON OTHER ASPECTS OF YOUR LIFE.

We shared the longest ride together, this thing called life.

Rights have to be asserted. Animals cannot make such assertions. We have to make representations to ourselves on their behalf.

Written By Christopher Hitchens

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