"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage. He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote:"
Monday, October 17, 2011
Watching this just opened up the wellspring of every tear I ever cried as a child. If you've got six minutes and a box of tissues at hand, you'll enjoy this.
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