Tuesday, September 6, 2022

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      Sarah Bancroft envied those fortunate souls who believed they controlled their own destinies.  For them, life was no more complicated than riding the Underground.  Insert your ticket at the fare gate,  get off at the correct stop—Charing Cross rather than Leicester Square.  Sarah had never subscribed to such drivel.  Yes, one could prepare, one could strive, one could make choices, but ultimately life was an elaborate game of providence and probability.  Regrettably, in matters of both work and love, she had displayed an uncanny lack of timing.  She was either one step too fast or one too slow.  She had missed many trains.  Several times he had boarded the wrong one, nearly always with disastrous results.

-Daniel Silva, The Cellist

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