“He remembered his home now, and that gave him new determination to succeed. He was fighting for two camps now -- two families.”

“Remember two eighty-six. Livia now counted on the same sort of feverish, rain-soaked determination that had driven Blake to the train station for smile number two hundred eighty-six. Please be there. He has to be there.”

“And what of pride? If you help him now, yes, you can probably save his life. But at the same time, It will kill his pride for all eternity. Listen to me. Remember this well. There are two kinds of fight. We must always know the difference. A fight to defend life and a fight to depend pride.”

“He walked, looking about him angrily and distractedly. All his ideas now seemed to be circling round some single point, and he felt that there really was such a point, and that now, now, he was left facing that point—and for the first time, indeed, during the last two months.”

“…All right, two mornings from now I’ll fight a duel with a fellow known for his calm collectedness and remarkable skill…’Very remarkable,’ said his Mephistophelian side. ‘He never misses.”

“His life was two lives now: the life he would have and the life he would forever wonder about.”