"...this time he flew straight to the window, which was always to be open for him. but the window was closed, and there were iron bars on it, and peering inside he saw his mother sleeping peacefully with her arm around another little boy. peter called, 'mother! mother!' but she heard him not; in vain he beat his little limbs against the iron bars. he had to fly back, sobbing, to the gardens, and he never saw his dear again. what a glorious boy he had meant to be to her! ah, peter! we who have made the great mistake, how differently we should all act at the second chance. but solomon was right—there is no second chance, not for most of us. when we reach the window it is lock-out time. the iron bars are up for life."

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i couldn't remember how to say "deer" in spanish.

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“when the earth was new just one deer emerged from it, but he returned below in search of a companion. thus there are two names in the deer clan, ‘he who appears first,’ and ‘he who returns.’"

“having always lived in fear of being surprised by the worst, i have tried in every circumstance to get a head start, flinging myself into misfortune long before it occurred.”

"anything in folklore that remains alive comes from before christianity. the same is true of whatever is alive in each of us."

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