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It Was Not A Big Smile, Not Particularly Bold Or Polite Or Ironic Or Glib, Not Asking For Anything Or Offering Anything, Not Stringy Or Careless, Not, In Short, Like Any Smile I Had Ever Experienced Before. But Such A Smile! You Could Burn A Hole In The World With That Smile.

Fate Is Trying To Kill Me. I Miss My Dog. What's A Doctor Going To Say? You're Not Ill, You're Mad As A Muffin? They'll Either Lock Me Up Or Tell Me To Get A Grip And No One Will Believe The Truth Anyway.

Ask Any Comedian, Tennis Player, Chef. Timing Is Everything.

But All I Could Think Was In New York That Kid Would Have Been Stuck In A Straitjacket Practically From Birth And Dangled Over A Tank Full Of Educational Consultants And Remedial Experts All Snapping At His Ankles For The Next Twenty Years Arguing About His Special Needs And Getting Paid Plenty For It.

I Can't Even Trust My Own Imaginary Dog. How Much Lower Can A Person Get?