The journey is a hard one. And the harder it is the more convinced you are that it has to be traversed.
Received B's letter today talking about his share of battles with women. B is perhaps the only person you can really talk about women and feel helpless with. Maybe there is indeed fellowship in sufferance. Only this time around you're not so cocksure about the point of it all. Whether it really matters what you tell each other to hang on to. Whether you'll be spending your strength on others or caught pretending that there is strength in you at all the next time strength is called for.
The journey seems unending. It doesn't even seem to have begun. That's when George MacDonald has something to say to you. And as always, splendidly MacDonald.
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