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1 " Father and son grinned at each other.His father took off his hat. His forehead was white, his haircoppery."So how's the rat race, son?""Not so bad," Walter said.His father paused a moment. "Any ... decisions yet?" hisfather said.Walter swallowed. He looked off toward town. "About ..a major, you mean?" Walter said.His father waited."Well," Walter said. His mouth went dry. He· swallowedtwice. "Well," he said, "I think I'm going to major in English."His father pursed his lips. He pulled off his work gloves onefinger at a time. "English," he said."English," Walter nodded.His father squinted. "Son, we already know English. "
― Will Weaver , A Gravestone Made of Wheat
2 " Sometimes I feel as if there's an explanation to my life that continues to escape me; that I've missed something noble, something sublime; that in some way I have cheated myself...life is so strange, so harsh. "