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As We Grow Old We Slowly Come To Believe That Everything Will Turn Out Badly For Us, And That Failure Is In The Nature Of Things; But Then We Do Not Much Mind What Happens To Us One Way Or The Other.

There Are Many Ways To The Recognition Of Truth, And Burgundy Is One Of Them.

It Is Difficult To Restrain Admirers Of Shakespeare Once They Have Begun To Speak Of Him.

Where The Storyteller Is Loyal, Eternally And Unswervingly Loyal To The Story, There, In The End, Silence Will Speak. Where The Story Has Been Betrayed, Silence Is But Emptiness. But We, The Faithful, When We Have Spoken Our Last Word, Will Hear The Voice Of Silence.

Here I Am, Where I Am Supposed To Be.