I’ve got this little thing that I’ve learned to do lately. When it gets so bad and I think I can’t go on, I try to make it worse. I make myself think about our camp on the river. And Berkeley. And the first time that you took me flying. How good it all was. And when I’m certain that I can’t stand it, I go one moment more, and then I know I can bear anything.

— Karen in Sydney Pollack’s, Out Of Africa, 1985