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00001 <1"The trouble with people like us who start so fast>1 . . . <1is that we soon have no place left to go.">1 --Pomeroy in Joseph Heller's Good as Gold "<1I leave before being left. I decide.">1 --Brigitte Bardot MONTREAL I HEAR SOMETHING AND STIR THEN SQUINT OPEN MY EYES The room is filled with the morning sun. Sarah, aged four, appears and quickly disappears, shuffling noisily from room to room in her snowsuit, looking for something, apparently with no success. Downstairs, in a whispered shout, my wife Lynda tells her to hurry up. I look at the clock in the alcove beside me. It is 8:51. I start to get up, then I hear Sarah going down the stairs. I yell goodbye to her, and she yells a reply. I lie back, close my eyes, but I don't sleep. It has been a short, restless night, yet I feel wonderfully refreshed. The sun, the crisp white sheets, a quilt pulled up to my ; nose--I'm filled with an enormous sense of well-being and for several moments I don't know why. Then I rem . . .
