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Buying A Pair Of Shoes Is One Of The Most Optimistic Acts I Know, Next To Falling In Love. I Like Nothing Better Than To See An Old Man Wearing A Brand New Pair Of Brogues Or Cap-toed Oxfords, Preferably Jaunty Orange-brown, Unscuffed, Heels Unworn. We Want To Be Here Tomorrow, But Buying New Shoes, Like Falling In Love, Says I Plan On Being Here Tomorrow.

Everyone Coming Out Of A Perfume Store Is Smelling The Back Of Their Hand.

The Viennese Wash Everything. Where Else In The World Does The Government Hire Public Servants To Wash Public Telephone Booths And The Glass Over Traffic Lights? Every Time I See Someone Doing These Things, I Smile Like A Child.

The Problem With Waiting For Someone, Whether That Wait Is An Hour Or A Lifetime, Is Everyone's 'clock' Is Different. So What You Might Consider Forever Is Only A Little While To Them, Or Vice Versa.

The Future Is Fastidious And Punctual. It Keeps Perfect Time And Arrives Everywhere On The Dot. In Contrast, Its Slacker Brother The Past Has No Use For Clocks Or Appointments. It Comes And Goes As It Pleases In Our Memory, Camping Out Wherever The Hell It Damn Well Wants To In There. Untrustworthy, Prone To Exaggeration, Biased- You Wouldn't Lend It Ten Cents, But It *sure* Can Be Charming And Seductive When It Feels Like It.