And Anyway, I Suspect He Secretly Liked

You Are Going To End Up As One Of Those Sad Old Men Who Poke Around In Rubbish Bins.” “i’m Going To End Up In A Hole In The Ground... And So Are You. So Are We All.

Yet What Happened In Fact? In The Middle Of The Night John Woke Up And Saw Me Sleeping Beside Him With No Doubt A Look Of Peace On My Face, Even Of Bliss, Bliss Is Not Unattainable In This World. He Saw Me—saw Me As I Was At That Moment—took Fright, Hurriedly Strapped The Armour Back Over His Heart, This Time With Chains And A Double Padlock, And Stole Out Into The Darkness.

...the Program Of Scientific Experimentation That Leads You To Conclude That Animals Are Imbeciles Is Profoundly Anthropocentric. It Values Being Able To Find Your Way Out Of A Sterile Maze, Ignoring The Fact That If The Researcher Who Designed The Maze Were To Be Parachuted Into The Jungles Of Borneo, He Or She Would Be Dead Of Starvation In A Week...if I As A Human Being Were Told That The Standards By Which Animals Are Being Measured In These Experiments Are Human Standards, I Would Be Insulted.

It Gets Harder All The Time, Bev Shaw Once Said. Harder, Yet Easier. One Gets Used To Things Getting Harder; One Ceases To Be Surprised That What Used To Be Hard As Hard Can Be Grows Harder Yet.

Long Visits Don't Make For Good Friends.