“For Whom the Bell Tolls” made me sad.
This is the epigraph that precedes the book:
“No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the main: if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.” - John Donne
Now I should really go running so that I can get back and eat something. POUND COFFEE at 3:30. If you’re my real friend, you’ll meet me there.