Individual Words, Sounds, Squiggles On Paper With

If You Expect Me To Believe That A Lawyer Wrote A Midsummer Night's Dream, I Must Be Dafter Than I Look.

Love Isn't Sensible, Red. I Think That's The Point.

I Didn't Set Out To Discover A Truth. I Was Actually Sent To The Outer Fringes To Conduct A Chair Census And Learn Some Humility. But The Truth Inevitably Found Me, As Important Truths Often Do, Like A Lost Thought In Need Of A Mind.

Acceptable Rules Of Conduct Were Suspended When It Came To The Spoon Shortage. The Deficit Had Gotten So Bad That Prices Were All But Unaffordable, And Dynastic Spoon Succession Had Become A Matter Of Considerable Interest. Spoons Were Even Postcode Engraved And Carried On One's Person To Eliminate Theft, And Good Table Manners, One Of The Eight Pillars Upon Which The Collective Was Built, Had Been Relaxed To Allow Tea To Be Stirred - Shockingly - With The Handle Of A Fork.

...being Written By Someone Who Might Not Quite Understand The Subconscious Nuance Of The Character Leaves Us In Varying Degrees Of Flatness.