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" I began to sustain the illusion that he was I, and therefore, by simple transposition that I was my father. It was an entirely new feeling, but in this setting, it grew much stronger."

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"On the journey over to the lake I began to wonder what it would be like. I wondered how time would have marred this unique, this holy spot - the cove and streams. The hills that the sun set behind, the camps and the path behind the camps."
Page 20 Par. 2

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" This was the American family at play, escaping the city heat, wondering whether the newcomers in the camp at the head of the cove were “common” or “nice,” wondering whether it was true that the people who drove up for Sunday dinner at the farmhouse were turned away because there wasn’t enough chicken."
p.23, par 8

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'Peace and Goodness and jollity. The only thing that was wrong now , really , was the sound of the place, an unfamiliar sound of the outboard motors". page 23 par 1

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"I kept remembering all this, that those times and those summers
had been infinitely precious and worth saving." pg.3

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"I took along my son, who had never had any fresh water up his nose and who had seen lily pads only from train windows".
P 20, par 2

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I felt the same damp moss covering the worms in the bait can, and saw the dragonfly alight on the tip of my rod as it hovered a few inches from the surface of the water. It was the arrival of this fly that convinced me beyond any doubt that everything was as it always had been, that the years were a mirage and that there had been no years.

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"The lake had never been what you would call a wild lake. There were cottages sprinkled around the shores, and it was in farming country although the shores of the lake were quite heavily wooded. " page 20, par 3

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" I wondered how time would have marred this unique, this holy spot the coves and streams, the hills that the sun set behind , the camps and the paths behind the camps. " page 20 paragraph 3

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"This seemed an utterly enchanted sea, this lake you could leave to its own devices for a few hours and come back to, and find that it had not stirred, this constant and trustworthy body of water". P.22 Section 6

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It seemed to me, as I kept remembering all this, that those times and those summers had been infinitely precious and worth saving.

Page 23, par 9

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"I seemed to be living a dual existence. I would be in the middle of some simple act, I would be picking up a bait box or laying down a table fork, or I would be saying something, and suddenly it would not be me but my father who was saying the words or making the gesture. It gave me a creepy sensation." page 22 paragraph 1

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"This seemed an utterly enchanted sea, this lake you could leave to its own devices for a few hours and come back to, and find that it had not stirred, this constant and trustworthy body of water." (p. 22, par. 6)

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There had been no years between the ducking of this dragonfly and the other one- the one that was part of memory.
(page 5, paragraph 14)

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"It was like a revival of an old melodrama that I had seen long ago with childish awe." page 12, par. 1

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"I began to sustain the illusion that he was I, and therefore, by simple transposition, that I was my father." (p. 21, par. 4)