Men Didn't Respect Beauty...they Used It.

Happy Fuller: Somehow You Always Love In A Special Way The One Who Gives You The Most Grief.

He Looked Around When He Heard A Window-rattling Roar. "earthquake? Volcano? Nuclear War?" "beaver," Peter Told Him. "i Don't Care If It Is Alaska, You Don't Have Beavers Big Enough To Sound Like That.

He Sipped His Coffee, Watched The Flames. "you Gave Me My Life, You Did," He Insisted When Summerset Made A Protesting Sound. "and I Worked-in My Fashion- To Build This Place. I Asked You To Tend It For Me. You've Never Let Me Down. But I Needed Her. The One Thing, The Only Thing That Could Make This Place Home." "she's Not What I Would Have Chosen For You" "oh, That I Know" "but She's Right For You. The One For You." Despite, Or Maybe Due To, Her Many Flaws" "i Imagine She Thinks The Same Thing About You". Memory In Death, Roarke And Summerset

He Trailed Off As He Saw The Books. Piles And Stacks Of Them Beside The Sofa, Another Stack On The Coffee Table, A Sea Of Them On Her Dining Table. Jesus Christ, Dane, You Need Treatment.

Every Single Book Is A Challenge.