A Good Journalist, As You Know, Is

Now Here's A Good One: You're Lying On Your Deathbed. You Have One Hour To Live. Who Is It, Exactly, You Have Needed All These Years To Forgive?

Her Voice Was Slightly Accented But Her French Was Perfect. Someone Who'd Not Just Learned The Language But Loved It. And It Showed With Every Syllable. Gamache Knew It Was Impossible To Split Language From Culture. That Without One The Other Withered. To Love The Language Was To Respect The Culture.

The Question That Haunted Every Investigation Was 'why'.

Let Every Man Shovel Out His Own Snow, And The Whole City Will Be Passable," Said Gamache. Seeing Beauvoir's Puzzled Expression He Added, "emerson." "lake And Palmer?" "ralph And Waldo.

Few Things Are Better In The World Than A Room Full Of Librarians. I Consider Them Literary Heroes. The Keepers And Defenders Of The Written Word.