A friend of mine once said that there were only two truly national events in the history of the United States. One was the Civil War and the other one was the Depression.
A suicide kills two people . . . that's what it's for.
Great stones they lay upon his chest until he plead aye or nay. They say he give them but two words. "More weight," he says. And died.
Suicide kills two people.
Whether for good or evil, it is sadly inevitable that all political leadership requires the artifices of theatrical illusion. In the politics of a democracy, the shortest distance between two points is often a crooked line.
I would be twenty before I learned how to be fifteen, thirty before I knew what it meant to be twenty, and now at seventy-two I have to stop myself from thinking like a man of fifty who has plenty of time ahead.