Poor Father, I see his final exploration. He arrives at the new place, his hair risen in astonishment, his mouth and eyes dumb. His toe scuffs a soft storm of sand, he kneels and his arms spread in pantomimic celebration, the immigrant, as in every moment of his life, arriving eternally on the shore of his Self.

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E.L. Doctorow was a 20th-century American novelist and editor. Edgar Lawrence Doctorow was an American novelist, editor, and professor, best known for his works of historical fiction. Read more on Wikipedia →

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  • Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave

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