WORLDmag.com | ‘Few and Evil’: "My husband didn’t say much in the weeks that he was dying, which lent a kind of solemnity to each handpicked word. One day all he said to me was 'Life’s not much.' He did not explain, and I did not feel inclined to ask for an explanation. Nor did I feel the need to correct his theology, nor to call him ungrateful. I think he was resonating to the same minor chord that Jacob was, this peculiar lucidity of those who see the measure of their lifespan at a glance and realize how paltry was its ambitions, how finite were the number of its loves and hates."
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