My father had a man's secrets. He had gravity about him. To him, the world was serious, engaging, and full of delight and woe. ....My father sang the whole song. Whenever I think of him, I summon a man with access to all of life's humors, a man who knew that life was neither a cabaret nor a catastrophe. It was both.

— Hugh O’Neill  

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