Those bitter sorrows of childhood!-- when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.

History, it is easily perceived, is a picture-gallery containing a host of copies and very few originals.

When I got to Princeton I made a point of attending the Philosophy Club and listening to the lectures, but I didn&#39;t get involved in any discussions in those clubs. I guess after the first year, I dropped that.

Written By Jon Krakauer

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