zachary john

Chris measured himself and those around him by a fiercely rigorous moral code. He risked what could have been

a relentlessly lonely path but found company in the characters of the books he loved from writers like Tolstoy,

Jack London and Thoreau. He could summon their words to suit any occasion, and he often would. I forgot to ask what quote he’d have

picked for his graduation dinner, but I had a good idea of who the primary target would be. It was inevitable

that Chris would break away. And when he did, he would do it with characteristic immoderation.

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