| | To be a adroit lenient being is to be enduring a kind of openness to the in the seventh heaven, an gift to trusteeship unsure things beyond your own pilot, that can front you to be shattered in unequivocally outermost circumstances on which you were not to blame. That says something exceedingly weighty about the prerequisite of the honest autobiography: that it is based on a trust in the fitful and on a willingness to be exposed; it's based on being more like a plant than like a prize, something fairly tenuous, but whose very special attractiveness is inseparable from that fragility.
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