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Just once I wanted a task that required all the joy I had. Day after day I had noticed that if I waited long enough, my strong unexpressed joy would dwindle and dissipate inside me, like a fire subsiding . . . . Just this once I wanted to let it rip.
Source: An American Childhood.
-- Annie Dillard, (Apr 30 1945-____), US author; She won a Pulitzer prize for Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, 1975.