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“He said there are two ways for a hitter to get the pitch he wants. The simplest way is not to want any pitch in particular. But the best way, he said -- which sounds almost the same, but is really very different -- is to want the very pitch you're gonna get. Including the one you can handle. But also the one that's gonna strike you out looking. And even the one that's maybe gonna bounce off your head.”

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Book:The Brothers K
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The Brothers K

A profound and intricate narrative that delves into the dynamics of siblinghood and the human experience, following the lives of two brothers as they navigate their personal and societal challenges. more

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David James Duncan
David James Duncan

David James Duncan, born in 1952, is an American novelist known for his profound character development and detailed depiction of the natural environment. His works often explore themes of humanity and religion, enjoying widespread popularity among readers. more

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