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并州刺史高干表为骑都尉,林辞不受。后刺史梁习荐林宰南和,治化有成,超迁博陵太守、幽州刺史,所在有绩。文帝为五官将,林为功曹。太祖西征,田银、苏伯反,幽、冀扇动。又帝欲亲自讨之,林曰:“昔忝博陵,又在幽州,贼之形势,可料度也。北方吏民,乐安厌乱,服化已久,守善者多。银、伯犬羊相聚,智小谋大,不能为害。方今大军在远,外有强敌,将军为天下之镇也,轻动远举,虽克不武。”文帝从之,遣将往伐,应时克灭。
出为平原太守、魏郡东部都尉,入为丞相东曹属。魏国既建,拜尚书。文帝践阼,迁少府,封乐阳亭侯。转大司农。明帝即位,进封高阳乡侯,徙光禄勋太常。晋宣王以林乡邑耆德,每为之拜。或谓林曰:“司马公贵重,君宜止之。”林曰:“司马公自欲敦长幼之叙,为后生之法。贵非吾之所畏,拜非吾之所制也。”言者踧踖而退。时论以林节操清峻,欲致之公辅,而林遂称疾笃。拜光禄大夫。年八十三,薨,追赠骠骑将军,葬如公礼,谥曰贞侯。
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What brought me to the woods was grief. My mother died of cancer when I was twenty-one. She was forty-eight. Hers was along harrowing death with remissions and tatters of hope and experimental treatments and long stretches of sheer suffering alleviated by morphine oblivion. She was in and out of hospitals for the better part of six years. I walked the long linoleum corridors and talked with the doctors and interns and nurses about dosages and the weather, about radiation and baseball. For every dire intention there was a correspondent distraction that enabled each person to keep going on.
I sat by her bedside reading aloud to her from her favorite distraction—Victorian novels. She was wild about Anthony Trollope. The vicars and lords and widows whose cordial yet machinating lives Trollope recounted seemed reasonably settled, yet being people they managed to muck things up. Both the settled aspect, the golden dust of autumnal England, the material weight of furniture and dresses and jewels, and the making a mess of things pleased my mother. She had lived, but she wanted to live more. She had wanted to visit Europe and see cathedrals and parsonages. She had wanted to breathe the ripe air of history. Now there were a hospital bed and duration and books.
I lived with death on a daily basis, a companion of sorts, mute but tireless. When I shaved in the morning or stopped at a drive-in to get a hamburger or walked from one class at the university to another, I felt death’s presence. In that sense, part of me was dying with her as I watched her valiantly struggle with her disease’s mindless depredations. What did those dispiriting cancer cells know? How many nights had I sat by her bedside when she was asleep, too weary and sad to pick my-self up, and listened to the noises of the hospital, the squeak of shoes and the rolling creak of gurneys, as if they might bring me an answer? What brought me to the woods was the prospect of living on earth with nothing between me and the earth—none of the electronic gibber- jabber. I craved directness and quiet. What brought me to the woods was an impulse to get lost, to almost literally be off the map. America was vast and a fair amount of it still looked as though not many people lived there.
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