In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all.
My uncle was a clown for the Ringling Brothers Circus, and when he died, all of his friends went to the funeral in one car.
Bereavement is the deepest initiation into the mysteries of human life, an initiation more searching and profound than even happy love.
Not that Mrs. Marston did not feel it [when her husband died]. She did, as deeply as her nature could. But she felt it as a well-padded boy feels a whacking, through layers of convention.
