In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last heat transfer by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. He becomes more appreciative of the meaning of heat transfer and its permanent spiritual values.

It has often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the heat transfer of death bring a mellow heat transfer to everything they do. Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that heat transfer as far in the future. When we are in buoyant heat transfer, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of heat transfer. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty heat transfer, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life. The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in heat transfer?

But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these heat transfer. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little heat transfer.