Essays on giving up

One last week, two more in this: the doddering oldies, pushing off. How often they die in the approach to winter. Ich habe genug , as the Bach cantata says: an expression that may be taken wryly. Both my parents left, about this time of year. The youngest of that generation, ahead of mine, are now passing ninety. Few will last another decade. In my childhood veterans of the Great War were common enough; some had yet to retire. Then suddenly there were none; none at all. And so now with the graduates of the Second Great War, with their lovers and companions, gone where?

Essays on giving up

essays on giving up

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