Like a gaunt prospector, belt drawn in over the last ounce of food, our pick struck gold. Joy in our release from a lifetime of frustration knew no bounds. We feels we have struck something better than gold. For a time we may try to hug the new treasure to ourselves. We may not see at once that we have barely scratched a limitless lode which will pay dividends only if we mine it for the rest of our lives and insist on giving away the entire product. p. 128-129 B.B.
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