I never met a more interesting man than Mayhew, a lawyer, in Detroit. By 35 he had a good 1 ; a cute brain and an attractive 2 . There was no reason why he should not become, financially or politically, a(n) 3 in the land.
One evening he was drinking with friends. One had recently come from Italy and told them of a house on the hill, 4 the Bay of Naples. He 5 to them the beauty of the most beautiful island in the Mediterranean.
Mayhew sent an email, wanting to buy the house. The next day the 6 came back. The offer was accepted. Mayhew made no secret of the fact that he would never have done so 7 a thing if he had not drunk, but he did not regret it. He made up his mind to do 8 as he had said. He did not 9 wealth and he had enough money on which to live in Italy.
He had no 10 plan. He merely wanted to get away from his current life. He determined to write a history about the Roman Empire. He began to collect 11 books and soon he had a large library. He worked harder, ready to sit down to 12 . He died. His memory is 13 in the hearts of fewer friends. As the years pass on and to the world, he is unknown. And yet to me his life was a 14 . He did what he wanted, and he died when his 15 was in sight.
