Question from Emily: "Tell me, what is a sentence from page 217 of your 350 page autobiography? (assuming it was written at the very end of your life?)"
He strolled out into the cool May evening, that memorable night of his 100th birthday party, and he wondered if he was the only one who thought of woodland fairies when he heard the rhythmic, almost melodic hissing of his portable respirator.
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He was sitting at the threshold of the Grail Castle (or was it the river bank); his head was full of music that seemed to come from all-around him.
He strolled out into the cool May evening, that memorable night of his 100th birthday party, and he wondered if he was the only one who thought of woodland fairies when he heard the rhythmic, almost melodic hissing of his portable respirator.