The Long Home

— This first novel is for my first daughter,

LEE GAY WARREN, in love and gratitude, and with the knowledge that her belief never faltered.

Like flies, the minute-winning days buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.

— Thomas Wolfe, Look Homewards, Angel (1929)

Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail; because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets.

— Ecclesiastes 12: 5