She felt all right. Her heart was like a drum hanging from piano wire in her chest, slowly, slowly beaten. Her hands and feet were numb, not with cold but with a sultry torpor. Thoughts moved with a tranquil lethargy, her brain a leisurely machine imbedded in swaths of woolly packing.  She felt all right.

I saw thee ne'er before; I see thee never more; But love, and help, and pain, beautiful one, Have made thee mine, till all my years are done.

have. Harry Truman, of all people, comes to mind, when he said, concerning his administration’s programs, “We’ll just try them…and if they don’t work…why then we’ll just try something else.

Written By Robert M. Pirsig

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