Rereading Jane Eyre

Flash Friday Challenge 11th July

Hamilton-Burr Duel, 11th July, 1804

Contest rules:

150 word story (10-word leeway) based on the photo prompt and required element (Dragon’s Bidding). Post story here with Twitter handle. Include word count (140 – 160 words, exclusive of title). Check the contest guidelines. Deadline 11.59 ET. Winners will be posted on Sunday.

This week’s photo prompt:

“Hamilton-Burr Duel, After the Painting by J. Mund.” Illustration from Beacon Lights of History, by John Lord, 1902. Public domain image.

Dragon’s bidding, to include in the story:

My Entry for Flash Friday: Burr’s Defeat

I begged him not to go.

‘I’m defending my honour,’ he claimed. ‘I demand satisfaction. I will not be insulted publicly, by that pompous idiot.’

I insisted that it was illegal, that it would end both their political careers.

‘No-one will see us. We will go to the cliffs below Weehawken on the Hudson River.’

I reminded him of his family, and his political future.

‘He deserves to be taught a lesson. He won’t get in my way again.’

I finally implored him to decline as a tribute to our friendship. I couldn’t watch him die.

‘Neither of us wants to die. We’ll both intentionally miss, although I’ll try and shoot the rascal’s foot off!’

I knew Hamilton wouldn’t shoot to kill, but I also knew that my brother-in-law was hungry for vengeance.

The first shot flew above Burr’s head, he smiled at me.

The second shot pierced Hamilton’s heart.

I watched Burr die that same moment.

*****

Historical Background.

I wonder if one of the six Fathers of the Nation imagined he would be shot down in a duel by one of his political adversaries?

Hamilton was a self-made man, who was born out-of-wedlock, raised in the West Indies, and orphaned at 11. He was sponsored by people from his community to go to the North American mainland for his education, where he attended King’s College (now Columbia University) in New York City.

Hamilton-Alexander — Hamilton shortly after the American Revolution.

Hamilton was an able and brave military officer, who served in the American Revolutionary War as artillery captain. He later became the senior officer and confidant to General George Washington, the American commander-in-chief.

Hamilton’s abilities were not only military, he was also a competent politician and economist. When President Washington appointed Hamilton as Secretary of the Treasury, he created the government-owned Bank of the United States.

The First Bank building, which was built in 1795, is now a National Historic Landmark located in Philadelphia.

He resigned from office in 1795 after a extra-marital scandal, and practiced law in NY. When Burr ran for President, Hamilton supported Thomas Jefferson, because he accused Burr of being unprincipled. When Burr later ran for governor in New York State, Hamilton’s influence was strong enough to prevent Burr’s victory once more.

Burr challenged Hamilton to a duel, after taking offense at some of his comments.

Hamilton was mortally wounded and died the next day, 11th of July, 1804.

A modern reader is amazed at how two fifty-year-old men, of their intelligence and social prominence, should take part in a duel, in an attempt to kill each other, in such an absurd, and illegal manner.

Although Burr was never tried for the illegal duel, because all charges against him were eventually dropped, Hamilton’s death put an end to Burr’s political career.

July Nights in Jane Eyre

‘July nights are short: soon after midnight, dawn comes’. Chapter XXV.

In a previous post, I discussed the positive symbolism of the month of June, however, July nights are mentioned twice in Jane Eyre, and both foresee negative events for Jane.

She begins Chapter XXV by reminding us that June, ‘The month of courtship had wasted: its very last hours were being numbered.‘ It is now the beginning of July, at nine o’clock in the evening, and Jane is alone at Thornfield Hall, because Mr. Rochester has travelled to London, on business.

Haddon_Hall.1 — Photograph of Haddon Hall taken by Bob Bendall. Charlotte Bronte may have based Thornfield Hall on this building.

It was a windy, grey evening, and Jane was feeling troubled and restless. She went out in the grounds, and descending the laurel walk, where Mr Rochester had proposed, she faced, ‘the wreck of the chestnut-tree; it stood up black and riven: the trunk, split down the centre, gasped ghastly.’ An omen of what was to happen the following day, her wedding day, when it would be disclosed that Mrs. Rochester already existed, in the attic, at Thornfield Hall.

Bertha and Veil — Jane Eyre in her bed, while Bertha Mason takes her wedding veil. An illustration by F. H. Townsend for the second edition of Jane Eyre, published in 1847

When Mr. Rochester returned, she told him she had seen a strange being, like a ‘foul German spectre—the Vampyre‘ in her room. She describes a monster who put on her veil, and even approached her bedside with a candle, before leaving her room. The reader and Jane will soon learn it is Mrs. Rochester (Bertha Mason). Her future groom convinces her it was Grace Poole, a servant, and promises to tell Jane why he employs her, a year and a day after their wedding. Jane is satisfied with his proposal.

In Chapter XXVII, on the evening after the wedding farce, Jane decides she must leave Mr. Rochester and Thornfield Hall. He is already married, and although he offers her a place by his side, as his mistress, Jane naturally refuses his ‘dishonest’ proposal, and escapes from Thornfield Hall, in the middle of a July night. She will return a year later to find a ruin, instead of a grand house.

A portrait of Charlotte Bronte by George Richmond at the National Portrait Gallery, London. In the Public Domain.

I have no doubt Edward Rochester was in love with Jane Eyre, nevertheless, I find it impossible to accept his behaviour towards Bertha and Jane. Bertha is incarcerated and treated like an animal, while he consistently lies to and manipulates Jane.

Jane Eyre was nineteen when she met Edward Rochester, who was over forty. She was almost a ‘child’ by today’s standards.

In my novel, All Hallows at Eyre Hall, Jane is forty-two, and she is about to discover the man she really married, the man we all suspected Rochester really was, and Jean Rhys had already described in Wide Sargasso Sea.

Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge: Circles and Curves

Spanish (Andalusian) Tiles following the Arabic and Moorish traditions

The Spanish word for tile, ‘azulejo’, is derived from the Arabic word, الزليج (az-zulayj) meaning “polished stone”. This origin explains the unmistakable Arab influences in many modern Spanish tiles, which interlock curvilinear, geometric or floral motifs.

In the 15th century, cities in the south of Spain, a region called, Andalusia, became the major centre of the tile industry, employing the ancient craft passed on through generations. The original tiles were glazed in a single colour and decorated with geometric patterns. They were applied on walls and used for paving floors.

Islamic artists and craftsmen who worked in cities such as Cordoba, Granada, and Seville, from the 8th to the 15th centuries, crafted these tiles Based on eight geometric patterns. The mosaics were handmade with many different-shaped pieces which all fit together. It is believed that the origin of the designs came out of artistic limitations for Muslims, who by strict Islamic law were not allowed to depict living beings and therefore expressed their art through shapes, colours, or the words of the Coran.

The traditional colours used were, brown, green, white, saffron, blue and black, which had symbolic meaning in Islam. White, black and brown symbolized the spirit under Sufi imagery. The 4 elements were represented by Red for fire, dry and hot, yellow for air, moist and hot, blue for earth, dry and cold, green for water, moist and cold. Contemplating the tiles inspired the viewer into a meditation which often had religious implications.

Master craftsmen would be apprenticed from a young age and learn how to design and create grand mosaics with the tiles. The use of these tiles became a symbol of sophistication and wealth in many homes. During the Marinid dynasty in 13th-15th century Morocco, it was also used in ornamenting walls, fountains, tables, floors, countertops, ceilings, and sometimes even entire mosques.

The overlaps between Moorish and Spanish, Islamic and Christian are evident to anyone who visits many ancient buildings, gardens and palaces of southern Spain. This mixed art form of Moorish art combined with the Christian culture, is called the Mudejar style. The Alcazar of Sevilla, the Alhambra Palace, and the Mosque in Cordoba, include some magnificent examples. There are also similar examples of Moorish style tiles in Portugal, and Italy.

The tiles I have chosen in the picture decorate the lower part of the wall of the entrance to this beautiful 18th century building, which was a palace, and is now divided into many small apartments, for sale or rent.

These tiles have a clearly Christian influence because they include floral motifs, which are not found in Islamic art.

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Photo Friday Challenge: Sunlight

When the Sunlight is Too Bright

Sometimes the Sky’s Too Bright

Sometimes the sky’s too bright,
Or has too many clouds or birds,
And far away’s too sharp a sun
To nourish thinking of him.

By Dylan Thomas

This year is the centenary of the birth of the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas (Swansea, October 27th 1914)

His poignant poem ‘Sometimes the Sky’s Too Bright’, was part of the so-called notebook poems, written between 1930-1932, because he wrote them in ‘penny notebooks’.

The poet is telling us is that sometimes life is too intense, or our feelings are overwhelming, and in spite of the light, we can’t see things clearly.

Other times, there are dull, or sad moments, when we long for the brightness of the sharp sun which seems so far away…

These photographs capture the moment of the domineering and insistent sun is overpowering our field of vision, so we can’t look at the sky, nor see anything, because its powerful and greedy rays absorb everything in its path.

I prefer a smooth and soothing evening sky myself, tinged with pinks and corals if possible… Don’t you?

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Gifts: I offer you a blade of grass

There is a beautiful poem by Brian Patten about how difficult it can become to give and receive simple, inexpensive gifts.

I love receiving and giving gifts, and I spend a lot of time choosing the right one for each person, but this post is for all the wonderful people who have gifted me, and I’d like to thank publicly.

Why do people give gifts?

There are a number of reasons why people give gifts, perhaps the following three are the most frequent:

An expression of love and/or appreciation and/or affection.
An expression of gratitude for a gift received.
As a custom, on certain occasions such as, birthdays, etc.

We all give and receive gifts many times throughout our lives, but too often it’s an exceptional event.

Yet giving and receiving presents should be an effortless and routine custom, because a gift is a wonderful token which we willingly give another person.

Last week, I received seven precious gifts: four from my students, one from a colleague, one from my daughter, and one from each of you.

None of them were expensive, and none of them were bribes, I hasten to add!

I’d like to share them with you.

Gifts needn’t be expensive, but they should always be time-consuming. Our time, our good intentions, and positive vibrations, are the most precious gift we can give anyone.

These are the precious gifts I have received:

Two letters

A plant

A doll

A dress for my granddaughter

A bag

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None was expensive, all were time-consuming, all were beautifully wrapped, and all were emotionally received.

The letters were of gratitude from my students for helping and guiding them on their paths in life.

The first is short. Here it is.

The second is too long to reproduce, but suffice it to say that it brought a tear to my teacher’s eye, it was from a final year college student.

I will keep them forever in my heart. A letter is a unique gift, in our digital age, and it is unsurpassed by the most expensive jewel, because it is a jewel in itself.

This doll was handmade by my pupil, Maria Angeles, who has just returned to school after twenty years of being a housewife and bringing up her children. She’s a real superwoman. She spent hours on this hand-made doll, which she says, represents me!

This was a plant given by some of my students, too. I’m very worried about it, because, although I love plants, I wouldn’t say I have ‘green fingers’, and I would be very upset if they ‘withered’, so I’ll have to keep my fingers crossed.

My fifth present was from one of my colleagues, Gabriela, who has given me a cute dress for my granddaughter, too.

My daughter, my granddaughter’s mother, who knows how much I love brightly coloured beach bags, has offered me this wonderful bag which has room for ‘everything’ I need to carry!

I feel valued, and appreciated, and loved, and joyful, and it makes me want to be an even better teacher/colleague/mother/person next year.

Please show your appreciation to your teachers, friends, colleagues, mothers, fathers, and other relatives, especially if they deserve it. Remember it doesn’t have to be expensive, a letter, a postcard, a photo, will be very well received. If you’re too busy, a ‘Thank You’ card is enough.

Presents needn’t be reciprocal, on the contrary, I’m a great believer in playing it forward, as those of you who follow my blog, already know.

Reciprocity should be highly valued in any relationship, but I also find it restrictive. It can become endogamic. Goodness, positive vibrations, should move forward to others, not only those around us, we need to open our circles altruistically and make them spiral forward.

Write a positive, encouraging, or thank you letter to someone who deserves it!

My final present is from all of you. I now have over 100 followers, 110. to be precise, which is incredible! I’d never have imagined in May, when I had eight followers, that I’d have over a hundred more in just over two months. And the greatest gift of all is that you are all creative, supportive, and interesting bloggers!

It’s not easy to keep track of all of you, because, I follow all my followers, too. But I make an effort to invest at least an hour or two a day at checking you all out, because you are all worth reading, following, liking, and commenting on your posts.

Thank you all for taking the time to follow, to read, to like, and to comment. It doesn’t cost a penny, but it’s a precious gift to me.

According to Oscar Wilde:

‘Nowadays, people know the Price of everything and the value of nothing.’

Let’s make sure we value the gifts we receive, from the people we appreciate.

Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge: Squares, Triangles and Angles

This week Cee suggests we look at squares, triangles and angles, so I’ve opened my eyes wide along my daily walk to work, once more, and I’ve scrutinised everything around me, until I discovered the right shapes.

I finally found the squares and angles on the floor, under my very feet.

I walk along beautiful, and sometimes wobbly, cobbled streets like these every day.

These are the square cobbles around the Mosque in Cordoba.

These are the squares on the floor entering the mosque.

The most famous road builders were the Romans, who built an impressive network of over 50,000 miles of road, which as the saying goes, led to Rome.

The Romans were the first to build cobbled streets, and this tradition was continued up to the end of the 19th and beginning of the 20th century, when asphalt became the favourite type of paving, because it was smoother, drier, cleaner, more quiet, and more modern.

With the advent of the automobile, the joints between the stones became an annoyance.

I can’t argue with that, but in spite of the wobbling and the noise, there is something magical about cobbled streets, don’t you agree?

Finally I couldn’t resist including (perhaps once more) a fragment of the Roman-Arab-Christian Ancient City Wall. Here we have squares and edges. The square bricks, and the edge of the city…

Have a look at some of the other entries

The Gift of a Nation

Robert Frost’s (1874-1963) poem The Gift Outright which was first published in 1941 begins with the following lines:

The land was ours before we were the land’s.

She was our land more than a hundred years

Before we were her people…

The poem narrates America’s history as a nation from the time of the early European colonists, who still considered themselves English. The early settlers understandably lacked a national identity.

The ‘gift’ of their identity was eventually gained as a result of struggle and war, leading to their freedom and embracing their new land and American identity:

‘(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)’ (line 13)

“The Gift Outright” became famous after eighty-seven-year-old Frost recited it at the inauguration of President John F. Kennedy, on January 20, 1961.

It is considered a triumphantly patriotic work, which Frost himself compared to “The Star-Spangled Banner.”

In this poem Frost identifies ‘we’ and ‘ours’ as the white settlers from Europe, rather than the original “owners” of the land, the Native Americans.

In any case, this poem coincides with the spirit of the 4^th of July which ignores the conflict between the colonists and the Native Americans, and instead focuses on the clash between the British (Old World) and the colonists (New World).

Writing_the_Declaration_of_Independence_1776_cph_3g09904 — This is an artistic representation (left to right) of Franklin, Adams, and Jefferson working on the Declaration (Jean Leon Gerome Ferris, 1900)

The Declaration of Independence (July 4, 1776), proclaimed that the thirteen American colonies, then at war with Great Britain, as thirteen independent states forming a nation called, the United States of America, which as we all know, gradually yet unrelentingly expanded towards the west, and south-west, to become the most powerful nation in the 21^st century.

Many things have happened since July 4^th, 1776, but one thing is certain, this day is still celebrated as the birth of a collective sense of ‘American (USA) Nation’.

Happy 4^th of July to all my American friends, followers, and readers!

I’ve been nominated for the Liebster Award!

Fellow writer, Fran Clark has been kind enough to nominate me for this lovely award!

‘Liebster’ is a German word which means ‘beloved’ or ‘dearest’. It is awarded to bloggers whose blogs we love.

Thank you, Fran for thinking of me to receive this award.

It is always a pleasure to introduce a fellow writer, and on this occasion, I am pleased to focus the spotlight on a talented author, Fran Clark who is also a musician.

Fran has a wonderful blog which includes ‘Thursday Shorts’. Poignant short stories full of twists and turns, which will keep you on the edge of your seat, emotionally, to the unexpected end.

Fran has also written a powerful debut novel, Holding Paradise, about two women, Josephine, who brought up her family in London in the 1960s, and has returned to her native Caribbean island, and her daughter, Angelica, who flies out there from London, in 2008, because she is convinced that her mother’s wisdom can help her turn her life around.

As with other awards, once you have been nominated, you should post the badge on your blog, thank the blogger who presented this award and link back to their blog. In this case you should answer the questions proposed and write 10 questions for those you nominate to answer in turn.

These are my answers to Fran’s questions:

1. What subject do you most like to blog about?

I started blogging about Jane Eyre and Victorian Literature, but right now, I blog about anything and everything. I know that sounds arbitrary, and even, chaotic, so I’ve learnt to use ‘menus’ in my header which neatly package my entries into: Jane Eyre and Victorian Literature; About me and my novel, Author Teamwork, which includes Blog Hops, Awards, and posts I’ve ‘reblogged’, Challenges which I take part in regularly, and Book Reviews, and I’ve added an ‘Etc’ page for everything that doesn’t fit in anywhere else!

2. Other than writing do you have any other artistic talents?

Well, I learnt to play the piano, and reached Grade V, when I was 17, but unfortunately, I no longer play regularly, so it’s ‘almost’ lost. I ‘recover’ my rusty talent in summer sometimes and play short classical pieces, but I’m not musically creative, I’m afraid.

3. Is there a part of the world you would like to write about?

Actually, I’d love to visit and write about Jamaica. It’s a key place in both Jane Eyre and Wide Sargasso Sea. Rochester’s first wife, Bertha Antoinette Mason, was Jamaican, and her daughter, Annette Mason, one of my main characters, has lived there all her life, until she arrives at Eyre Hall, at the beginning of my novel. I am thinking of setting some scenes of the final part of the trilogy in Jamaica.
Jane Eyre in Jamaica with Bertha Mason’s daughter! Not an easy scene to write, but I’m giving it a go!

4. How would you describe The Eyre Hall Trilogy to someone you met at a party?

People at parties don’t want to hear about ‘writing back’ or ‘patriarchy’, or ‘reading between the lines’, or ‘multiple narrators and points of view’, so I’d say:

The first novel in the series, All Hallows at Eyre Hall, is a great read. It’s an intriguing and exciting neo Victorian, gothic novel, set in an imposing mansion, frequented by villains, heroes, lovers, and ghosts. Read chapter one, and you won’t be able to put it down!’

6. Have you ever taken any courses in writing and how helpful do you think they are to writers?

I’m an English teacher, so I’ve taken and taught on language and literature courses, in general, or from an educational perspective, but I’ve never taken part in courses specifically or exclusively for writers. It’s something I look forward to taking part in.

7. At what stage in your life did you start to call yourself a writer?

Two months ago when I published my first novel. I didn’t dare call myself a writer before, but I’m sure I’ve always been a writer 🙂

8. What do you do for relaxation?

I take long walks by the beach as often as I can (I live an hour and a half inland). I read romantic, no stress, HEA novels, and scribble nostalgic poems. I love preparing meals for friends and family, and playing with my grandchildren. If I’m very stressed, shopping may be on the list, too!

9. What are you working on at the moment (Doesn’t have to be book related)?

I’m looking forward to my summer holidays, which start next Tuesday, and I’m planning to finish Twelfth Night at Eyre Hall, the second book in the trilogy, which will be published before the end of 2014. It’s my absolute priority right now.

10. What would you best like to be known for?

I’d like to be remembered with love and affection by my family, friends, colleagues, and students.

11. I wish that my life was like a black and white musical, a la Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers – any secret or strange desires of your own?

I wish I found a time machine which would enable me to walk through the streets of Victorian London for a day, say, the inauguration of the Great Exhibition, in 1851, where I’d have tea with Charlotte Bronte and Christina Rossetti, at Crystal Palace. In the evening, I’d walk across London Bridge, and along the south bank of the Thames to Borough Market and Southwark Cathedral, with Charles Dickens and Wilkie Collins.

These are the blogs I’m nominating because I love reading their inspiring posts, so they are dear to me, and they deserve to have this beautiful badge on their wall. Check them out!

http://obscureddreamer.wordpress.com/about/
http://emptyhands2openarms.wordpress.com/
http://waysofli5.wordpress.com/about/
http://urbandementria.wordpress.com/about/
http://saylingaway.wordpress.com/2014/06/27/how-was-your-morning/
http://geofflepard.wordpress.com/
Congratulations on your award. Here are your questions. The answers can be as long or short as you like.

1. What motivates you to blog?
2. Choose a post you’d like us to (re)read.
3. What do you feel strongly enough about to discuss for hours?
4. Write the first line of a novel.
5. Write the last line of a poem.
6. Where would you live if you could live anywhere?
7. Which book(s) would you take with you to a desert island?
8. Which historical person would you like to have lunch with?
9. Which book would you have liked to write?
10. Which is the next book you’re planning to read?

I’m looking forward to reading your answers and checking out your nominees!

Bite Size Memoir No.8 “Dressing Up”

Princess for One Day

I will never forget the white shoes. They were too tight, but they didn’t have a larger size, so I pretended they fit, of course I had painful blisters the next day, but I didn’t mind. It was a small price to pay for feeling like a princess. I wore a long white wedding-style dress with veil that my mother made. I had so many photos taken at home and at church that I felt like a star. I was a very excited seven-year-old princess, for one day. After the ceremony we had a party in the Church Hall, at St. Joseph’s, Harrow Weald. I was at Primary School then, and I’ve lost touch with all the other girls in the picture, which saddens me. I have met many people along the way, but few have remained as part of my life. Perhaps if we had had Facebook, and Blogs, and smart phones, we’d still be in touch…?

First Holy Communion. St. Joseph’s, Harrow, 1966?

Can you guess who I am?

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Writing 101, Day Twenty: The Things We Treasure

Today’s Prompt: For our final assignment, tell the tale of your most-prized possession. Today’s twist: If you’re up for a twist, go long — experiment with longform and push yourself to write more than usual.

Prized Possessions and Gifts received

I have a problem with the word ‘things’ in our last assignment, you see, I’ve never been very fond of ‘things’, so I don’t have a favourite thing that’s been with me long enough to value.

I don’t like jewellery, and I have no heirlooms. I don’t keep clothes, or objects, once I’ve used them, either. Of course, there are things which are very useful, and that I’d miss, like my smartphone, or my laptop, but I wouldn’t say I’m emotionally attached to these objects.

The only ‘things’ I value are my books, but I hasten to add, I don’t care much for the books themselves, especially now that of many of them are ebooks. It’s what the book has given me that I carry around with me all the time, as a gift.

I’m not sure I’d be the same person if I hadn’t read the books I’ve read. In fact, I have no doubts that they conditioned the way I think and, of course, the way I write, and live.

I’ve read too many books to even try to mention, so I’ll write about the three books I read as a teenager, and continue to reread to this very day. I reread them so often, that I’m sure they are my most-prized possessions.

The first book is Rebecca, the second is Persuasion, and the third is Jane Eyre. The three are ‘Happy Ever After’ novels, in which the lovers have to overcome serious obstacles in order to finally achieve happiness, but what is the lesson I have carried with me as a precious gift since I first read them as a teenager?

The nameless protagonist in Rebecca, Jane Eyre, and Anne Elliot, fall in love with an ‘ideal’ hero, but they must overcome significant obstacles, including first wives, and parental opposition, in order to achieve their goals. They all improve their station in life, by marrying men (Max de Winter, Edward Rochester, and Frederick Wentworth, respectively) who are able to offer emotional and financial stability, as well as unreserved love and devotion.

I was born several generations after these women, so naturally, my goals are not theirs. I didn’t have to find an ideal husband to live the life I wanted, so what did they teach me? You may suppose these novels are about marrying the ‘right’ man and living happily ever after. Well, that’s not the gift I received.

I learnt two things from these wonderful women. Firstly, perseverance. Never give up on our dreams, and pursue them with honestly and determination. Secondly, second chances will come our way. There is always an opportunity to start again, or to do what we always wanted to do. It’s never too late, and our dreams can come true if you continue to believe in them, and in ourselves.

These novels are not about finding an ideal husband. They are about not being resigned to follow the ‘easy’ or ‘predesigned’ route we can all drift into, and later complain of what could have been, but never happened, because we gave up. They are about believing in ourselves and working towards our goals.

I’m determined and persevering, and a bit of a dreamer, too, and I’m sure that’s due to this wonderful gift I received forty years ago, as I turned the pages of these inspiring books, and I still carry it with me today.

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