One would never have guessed that the world had such a capacity for genuine grief. The most we can do is exploit our memories of his excellence.


On the assassination of John F. Kennedy - The Journals of John Cheever (1991)


One would never have guessed that the world had such a capacity for genuine grief. The most we can do is exploit our memories of his excellence.

One would never have guessed that the world had such a capacity for genuine grief. The most we can do is exploit our memories of his excellence.

One would never have guessed that the world had such a capacity for genuine grief. The most we can do is exploit our memories of his excellence.

One would never have guessed that the world had such a capacity for genuine grief. The most we can do is exploit our memories of his excellence.