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Kjekk kar. Alltid like hyggelig. En sånn som ville taue deg hvis du fikk motorstopp.

It's best to give while your hand is still warm.

He was one of the millions of American men who were party to a divorce that broke up a family. But did he beat their mother? Did he beat them? Did he fail to support their mother or fail to support them? Did any one of them ever have to beg money from him? Was he ever once severe? Had he not made every overture toward them that he could? What could have been avoided? What could he have done differently that would have made him more acceptable to them other than what he could not do, which was to remain married and live with their mother? Either they understood that or they didn't — and sadly for him (and for them), they didn't. Nor could they ever understand that he had lost the same family they did. And no doubt there were things he still failed to understand. If so, that was no less sad. No one could say there wasn't enough sadness to go around or enough remorse to prompt the fugue of questions with which he attempted to defend the story of his life.

"For min del så greide jeg ikke å skrive. Da jeg ble pensjonist, fikk jeg skrivesperre med én gang. Men så snart jeg fikk kreft, forsvant de fleste blokkeringene. Nå kan jeg gjøre alt jeg vil."

"Det høres ut som en tøff kur mot skrivesperre."

Alderdommen er ikke en kamp; alderdommen er en massakre.