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Robertson Davies

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What might we profitably do on Halloween? Look backward, and consider those who went before us. The road ahead is inevitably dark, but to see where we have been may offer unexpected hints about who we are, and where we should be heading. Triviality about the past leads certainly toward a trivial future.
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"Haunted by Halloween", in the New York Times (31 October 1990)

 
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