But these people "announced" their madness . . . they flaunted their insanity$$$ they weren't half mad and half not$$$ curled around a door frame. They were properly mad in the Shakespearean sense$$$ talking sense when you least expected it.

You're in pretty good shape for the shape you are in.

Boys who spent their weekends making banana nut muffins did not$$$ as a rule$$$ excel in the art of hand-to-hand combat.

I'm the most important person in the lives of almost everyone I know and a good number of the people I've never even met.

When I am with you$$$ we stay up all night. When you're not here$$$ I can't go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.

Respect is not a one way street

In the pale light of daybreak the gravestones looked like so many white sails that would never again be filled with wind$$$ sails that$$$ too long unused and heavily drooping$$$ had been turned into stone just as they were. The boats' anchors had been thrust so deeply into the dark earth that they could never again be raised.

And by and by Christopher Robin came to the end of things$$$ and he was silent$$$ and he sat there$$$ looking out over the world$$$ just wishing it wouldn't stop.

Unless you think you can do better than Tolstoy$$$ we don't need you.

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly$$$ but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.