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- Page 7 and 8: In memory of Eileen Myrna Baker Fin
- Page 13 and 14: 1 The trees are mostly skinny where
- Page 15 and 16: 2 Terry Hughes’s wife nudges him
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- Page 19 and 20: down, hands still locked behind his
- Page 21 and 22: truth. Anything else would be wasti
- Page 23 and 24: “I took no medications and never
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- Page 29 and 30: 7 I learned about Christopher Knigh
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- Page 33 and 34: against the rules of journalism. I
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including Charles Darwin, Thomas Ed
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14 Knight actually did have a plan.
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the sorts of places where it’s ne
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their canoe has been borrowed and r
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16 Knight lived in the dirt but was
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he was famished for words, he’d s
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Knight had a strong distaste for bi
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Knight’s camp. He began observing
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18 The only book Knight didn’t st
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my winter toilet. Do my business. T
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pen name. “Human society has been
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do telethons? I hate Jerry Lewis.
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fed her, but with Knight she had no
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21 A thousand poets sing of solitud
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“psychologically completely out o
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22 Snow melted, flowers bloomed, in
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changes is where the brain is funct
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His thieving raids became considera
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to sing, with his food supplies nea
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inherited from her mother, and a co
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25 A side door to the jail swings o
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Jail, he’s realized, might not be
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26 Chris’s oldest brother, Daniel
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That note, thirty-four words long,
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the bright side. The sun will come
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28 A mile down the road, I pull ove
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It’s now just a spot in the woods
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For insight into Knight: Matt Hongo
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Annette Schipf Chris Anderson David
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David and Louise Proulx, whose tiny
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A Note About the Author Michael Fin