Yesterday is but today's memory;
And tomorrow is today's dream.
- Khalil Gibran

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SNGS:
6Faith '06
1Charity '07
2Grace '08
4Faith '10
SNSJ
AJC:
08/11
YCS
Project Eureka
Monash Uni, Med

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"Kingshaw was silent. He stood some way back from Hooper, his face in the shadows. There was the sound of rain on the roof. He might as well let Hooper in. He'd get in, anyway, fight, or else just stick it out for hours on end. He had no good opinion of his own chances, against Hooper. Or against anyone. He was not cowardly. Just realistic, hopeless. He did not give in to people, he only went, from the beginning, with the assurance that he would be beaten. It meant that there was no surprise, and no disappointment, about anything.  

So he might as well let Hooper into the room now, and get it over with. If he was going to find out, he might as well find out because Kingshaw chose to let him. It kept the initiative in his hands, somehow, and he cared about that. Hooper always won." 

-- I'm the King of the Castle, by Susan Hill