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		<title>@@@@@That weak and needy part of their soul is</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[@@@@@That weak and needy part of their soul is actually screaming louderThey don&#8217;t want to lose the big houses, the cars, the high life that money has bought themThey worry about what their friends would say if they lost all their moneyMany are emotionally desperate and neurotic, although they look rich and have more money [...]]]></description>
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&#8220;So is a poor man happier?&#8221; I asked<br />
&#8220;No, I don&#8217;t think so,&#8221; replied rich dad&#8221;The avoidance of money is just as psychotic as being attached to money<br />
As if on cue, the town derelict went past our table, stopping by the large rubbish can and rummaging around in itThe three of us watched him with great interest, when before we probably would have just ignored him<br />
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&#8220;He&#8217;s not much different from most of my employees,&#8221; said rich dad&#8221;I&#8217;ve met so many people who say, `Oh, I&#8217;m not interested in money&#8217; Yet they&#8217;ll work at a job for eight hours a dayThat&#8217;s a denial of truthIf they weren&#8217;t interested in money, then why are they working? That kind of thinking is probably more psychotic than a person who hoards money<br />
As I sat there listening to my rich dad, my mind was flashing back to the countless times my own dad said, &#8220;I&#8217;m not interested in money He said those words oftenHe also covered himself by always saying, &#8220;I work because I love my job<br />
&#8220;So what do we do?&#8221; I asked&#8221;Not work for money until all traces of fear and greed are gone?&#8221;<br />
&#8220;No, that would be a waste of time,&#8221; said rich dad&#8221;Emotions are what make us humanThe word `emotion&#8217; stands for energy in motionBe truthful about your emotions, and use your mind and emotions in your favor, not against yourself<br />
&#8220;Don&#8217;t worry about what I just said</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[@@@@@There are times in the middle of the day when he halts in the middle of a report, catches himself looking at his pencilYou&#8217;re not such a roughneck, Patty says, slim and crisp and virginal, the older sister &#8212; half mother Memory as the flagellantI don&#8217;t understand it a goddam bitWhat the hell makes them [...]]]></description>
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	In the barrooms, in the smoking cars, in the locker room at the golf club they are talking about Patty Brown<br />
	I swear, Bev, I ever catch you in anything like that, I&#8217;ll kill you, so help me I&#8217;ll kill you<br />
	Honey? You can trust meBut she is thrilled by the sudden burst of his passion<br />
	I feel a hell of a lot older, Bev</p>
<p>	On the eighteenth he lines up the putt, estimates the roll of the greenIt is a five-foot shot and he should make it, but he knows suddenly that he&#8217;s going to failThe handle of the putter thonks dully against his palms as the ball rolls short a foot<br />
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	What&#8217;re we doin&#8217; tonight, son?<br />
	We&#8217;ll just do the town, </p>
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		<description><![CDATA[@@@@@I shot myself in the head You got your head crushed by a payloader He waved his hand as if to indicate this made no differenceThen he used the hand to grip my surviving wristHis fingers were cold&#8221;I have questions, muchachoHow come she stopped painting? And how come I never started?&#8221; &#8220;I can&#8217;t say for [...]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[@@@@@Aaah, just chalk it off, it&#8217;s down the drain and who gives a goddam He wouldn&#8217;t live long enough to find out anyway, he thought Hearn couldn&#8217;t sleep eitherHe was extremely restless, and an odd febrile fatigue had settled in his legsFor almost an hour he turned over continually in his blanket, staring at the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>@@@@@Wireman? Let&#8217;s do this
The two of us rolled</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[@@@@@Wireman? Let&#8217;s do this The two of us rolled Emery into the hole, then threw in the pieces of him that broke off &#8211; or as many as we could findI still remember his stony coral grin as he tumbled into the dark to join his brideAnd sometimes, of course, I dream about it In [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@@@@@Wireman? Let&#8217;s do this<br />
The two of us rolled Emery into the hole, then<br />
threw in the pieces of him that broke off &#8211; or as<br />
many as we could findI still remember his stony<br />
coral grin as he tumbled into the dark to join his<br />
brideAnd sometimes, of course, I dream about it<br />
In these dreams I hear Adie and Em calling up to<br />
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come down and join themAnd sometimes in those<br />
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is no longer there<br />
xiv<br />
Wireman and Jack slid the cap into position again,<br />
and then we went back to Elizabeth&#8217;s Mercedes<br />
That was a slow, painful walk, and by the end of<br />
it I really wasn&#8217;t walking at all; I was lurching<br />
It was as if the clock had been rolled back to the<br />
previous OctoberI was already thinking of the<br />
few Oxycontin tablets I had waiting for me back at<br />
Big PinkI would have three, I decidedThree<br />
would do more than kill the pain; with luck they<br />
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sleep<br />
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Too late, too late, too late<br />
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sound of the shellsYou could hear that sound<br />
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from outsideThat was when they sounded the most<br />
like voicesSo many nights I had wasted painting<br />
when I could have been listening<br />
Tonight I would listen</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[@@@@@After the week of successful advances that followed the failure of the Japanese attack across the river, Cummings had paused for a few days to strengthen his lines and complete his road netIt had been planned as a temporary halt before breaching the Toyaku Line, but the layoff was fatalWhen Cummings started again, his tactics [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@@@@@After the week of successful advances that followed the failure of the Japanese attack across the river, Cummings had paused for a few days to strengthen his lines and complete his road netIt had been planned as a temporary halt before breaching the Toyaku Line, but the layoff was fatalWhen Cummings started again, his tactics were as well conceived as they had ever been, his staff performances as thorough, his patrols as carefully planned, but nothing happenedThe front had been given its first chance to solidify, and like a weary animal it had done even more; it had fallen asleep, it had hibernatedA deep and unshakable lethargy settled over the front-line troops<br />
	In the two weeks that followed the rest period, after a series of intensive patrols and strong local attacks, his lines had advanced a total of four hundred yards in a few sectors, and had captured a total of three Japanese outpostsCompanies went out on combat patrols, engaged in desultory fire fights, and then retreated back to their bivouacsThe few times an important piece of terrain was taken, the men had relinquished it at the first serious counterattackAs a sure sign of the reluctant temper of the troops, the best line officers were becoming casualties now, and Cummings knew the type of engagement that signifiedAn attack would be made on some strong point, and the men would lag behind, the co-ordination would be poor, and it would end with a few men, a few good officers, and noncoms engaging a superior force while their support evaporated<br />
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	Each day that elapsed without any fundamental change on the front would only increase their apathy, and yet Cummings knew that he was temporarily powerlessAfter intense preparation, he had mounted a large attack with good artillery plotting, some Air Corps bomber support which had been granted only after much pleading, had thrown his tanks into it, his reserve troops, and after a day the attack had ground down to nothing; the troops had halted before the most insignificant resistance, had gained in one small sector perhaps a quarter mileWhen they had done and the losses been counted, the minor alterations in his front line established, he had all of the Toyaku Line still before him, unbreached, unthreatenedIndeed, it was terrifyingThe communications from corps and army were growing progressively impatientSoon, like a traffic jam, that pressure would be backed up all the way to Washington, and Cummings could imagine without difficulty the conversations that must be going on in certain rooms of the Pentagon&#8221;Well, what&#8217;s happening here, what&#8217;s this, Anopopei, what&#8217;s holding it up, whose division, Cummings, Cummings, well, get the man out of there, get someone else<br />
	He had known it was dangerous to rest the troops for a week, but it was a gamble he had had to take while he finished the road, and it had boomerangedThe shock cut deeply into the General&#8217;s confiden</p>
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