Abstract
“I wonder if sheep have a better sense of where they are going than the shepherds who lead them … Like one of Bunyan's pilgrims, some days I, too, climb the delectable mountain with them, remembering not to be too close and not to move too fast … Confronted by imminent danger, possibly death, their only recourse is to run, and, beyond that, to stop, huddle, and accept death, if it comes, without a sound …‘Little Lamb, who made thee? … Little Lamb, God bless thee!’”
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