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	<title>Comments on: Spring in Portland, Here and Gone, Remember to Savor it Now</title>
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		<description>No sooner had I posted this that I picked up an issue of the New Yorker from last fall and read this quote by the Israeli writer David Grossman describing the impact of discovering the stories of of Polish Jewish writer Bruno Schultz:

&quot;Reading his works made me realize that, in our day-to-day routines, we feel our lives most when they are running out: as we age, as we lose our physical abilities, our health, and, of course, family members and friends who are important to us. Then we pause for a moment, sink into ourselves, and feel: here was something, and now it is gone. It will not return. And it may be that we understand it, truly and deeply, only when it is lost. But when we read Schultz, page by page, we sense the words returning to their source, to the strongest and most authentic pulse of the life within them. Suddenly we want more. Suddenly we know that it is possible to want more, that life is greater than what grows dim with us and steadily fades away.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No sooner had I posted this that I picked up an issue of the New Yorker from last fall and read this quote by the Israeli writer David Grossman describing the impact of discovering the stories of of Polish Jewish writer Bruno Schultz:</p>
<p>&#8220;Reading his works made me realize that, in our day-to-day routines, we feel our lives most when they are running out: as we age, as we lose our physical abilities, our health, and, of course, family members and friends who are important to us. Then we pause for a moment, sink into ourselves, and feel: here was something, and now it is gone. It will not return. And it may be that we understand it, truly and deeply, only when it is lost. But when we read Schultz, page by page, we sense the words returning to their source, to the strongest and most authentic pulse of the life within them. Suddenly we want more. Suddenly we know that it is possible to want more, that life is greater than what grows dim with us and steadily fades away.&#8221;</p>
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