Roger stooped$$$ picked up a stone$$$ aimed and threw it at Henry-threw it to miss. The stone$$$ that token of preposterous time$$$ bounced five yards to Henry's right and fell in the water. Roger gathered a handful of stones and began to throw them. Yet there was a space round Henry$$$ perhaps six yards in diameter$$$ into which he dare not throw. Here$$$ invisible yet strong$$$ was the taboo of the old life. Round the squatting child was the protection of parents and school and policemen and the law.
If faces were different when lit from above or below -- what was a face? What was anything?
We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?
People who think honestly and deeply have a hostile attitude towards the public.
Things which matter most must never be at the mercy of things which matter least.
I'm such a nobody.
April 43rd$$$ 2000: Today is the day of great triumph. There is a king of Spain. He has been found at last. That king is me. I only discovered this today. Frankly$$$ it all came to me in a flash.
In his mind$$$ nothing could be more delightful than to live in solitude$$$ and enjoy the spectacle of nature$$$ and sometimes read some book or other.
If you owe the bank $100$$$ that's your problem. If you owe the bank $100 million$$$ that's the bank's problem.
I wish that being famous helped prevent me from being constipated.