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<p>&quot;One of my fascinations about my own life is that every now and then I see a thing that unravels as if an artist had made it. It has a beautiful design and shape and rhythm. I don&#8217;t go as far as some of my friends, who think that their whole life has been one great design. When I look back on my life I don&#8217;t see it as a design to an end. What I do see is that in my life there have been a fair number of moments which appear almost as if an artist had made them. Wordsworth, who affected me a great deal, had this theory about what he calls &#8216;spots of time&#8217; that seem almost divinely shaped,&quot; &#8211; <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norman_Maclean">Norman MacLean</a>.</p>
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