Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave.
				Imagine a world in which no writer has written a literary novel in sixty years. Imagine a place where not a single person has read a book that is truly about the character at its center.			
				
			Basically, when I look at my life, I think I'm lucky to be given the opportunities I've had.			 
			

 
