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– James Hillman’s The Force of Character and the Lasting Life


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Men and women growing old

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | July 26, 2003 - 12:00am

My body succumbs to a racking cough and fever. Even if there were someone to talk to, I have no voice. From bed, where I lie crumpled and limp as the bedsheets, I watch a storm rage. This is what it’s like...

Modern Living