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This is an account which intrigues because it is all about a man, Mr Lucas, who simply stops even as the rest of the world continues to turn: the people looking in at him through his windows (when they aren't breaking them because of his [GASP!] Catholic leanings), the few visitors seeing the changes which are taking place all around and through James over the years...he stopped and cared not at all that nothing else did. Even his own body refused to go along with his mind's plan to have everything remain as it was the day his mother died.

It is touching and endearing to hear that he paid attention to the poor and children on the appropriate holidays. He was generous with passersby, particularly the not-so-sober, not-so-well-dressed variety, almost as a recognition of fellow tribe members. There, but for his family's money, would James have been. There, or worse.

Thanks for telling us of Mr Lucas, Jon. And, I heartily recommend reading the NYT article to which the post links!

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