Running to him was real the way he did it the realest thing he knew. It was all joy and woe, hard as a diamond it made him weary behond comprehension. But it also made him free.

Hey listen, I already have a complete list of silver linings. It's the goddamn cloud that's killin me.

No one promised you there would be universal justice.

He ran his hand up and down his left achilles tendon. Very tender better pay attention to it and back off if it gets any worse. Maybe ice it. The old Injury Evasion Fandango. Did it ever end?

In mind's special processes, a ten-mile run takes far longer than the 60 minutes reported by a grandfather clock. Such time, in fact, hardly exists at all in the real world it is all out on the trail somewhere, and you only go back to it when you are out there.