Every night I go over what I did in the day, in ethical or moral terms. Have I treated people properly? Did I tell the truth?
I make money because I have to pay for everything apart from my school fees. My mother even makes me pay my own telephone bill.
So as the years draw on toward the Biblical limit, the inclination to look back, and to tell some sort of story of what one has seen, grows upon most of us.
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