History, I believe, is not the story of grand acts and masterpieces. History, instead, is the inexorable accumulation of tiny events–footsteps and glances, hands in soil, broken promises, bursts of laughter, weapons and wounds, hands touching hair, the art of conversation, the rage of loss. Historians may focus on the famous, familiar names–but history itself is made, day after day, by all those whose names are never known, all those who never made a proclamation or held an office, all those who were handed a place on earth and quietly made a life out of it.

– Stephen Dietz, 1992.



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