"For nothing is lost, nothing is ever lost. There is always the clue, the canceled check, the
smear of lipstick, the footprint
in the
canna bed, the condom on the park path, the
twitch in the old wound, the baby shoes dipped in bronze, the taint
in the blood stream. And all times are one time, and all those dead in
the past never lived before our
definition gives them life, and out of
the shadow their eyes implore us."
Robert Penn Warren, All the King's Men
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