One of his brothers had brought along something that might contain a clue. He pulled out a stack of paper, hundreds of pages, and slid it across the table to ben they were typed manuscripts that dick had mailed to him over the years. It was an extended rift about dick's decision to call off one of his previous journeys a few hundred miles short of his tended destination. In these pages, he was sort of grappling with what the difference is between a man of courage and a damned fool.