I Can Do A Book In Three

..he Continues To Cling To The Forlorn Hope That I Will Turn Into One Of Those Swooning Females...and Fling Myself Squeeling At Him Whenever Anything Happens. Like All Men, He Clings To His Illusions.

There Is Nothing Sadder Than The Cheerful Letters Of The Dead, Expressing Hopes That Were Never Fulfilled, Ambitions That Were Never Achieved, Dreams Cut Off Before They Could Come To Fruition.

When Men Start Talking About 'honor', There Is Sure To Be Trouble Ahead.

If All Else Fails, We Will Simply Have To Drug Our Attendants, Overpower The Guards, Raise The Oppressed Peasants To Arms, And Take Over The Government.

Who Are We Really? Combinations Of Common Chemicals That Perform Mechanical Actions For A Few Years Before Crumbling Back Into The Original Components? Fresh New Souls, Drawn At Random For Some Celestial Cupboard Where God Keeps An Unending Supply?or The Same Soul, Immortal And Eternal, Refurbished And Reused Through Endless Lives, By That Thrifty Housekeeper? In Her Wisdom And Benevolence She Wipes Off The Memory Slates, As Part Of The Cleaning Process, Because If We Could Remember All The Things We Have Experienced In Earlier Lives, We Might Object To Risking It Again.