The Infant Is Ten And He Stays.

And What Have I Done?" What? What?...you've Stolen Them." With That, Cornelia Fled, But Buttercup Understood; She Knew Who "them" Was. The Boys. The Beef-witted Featherbrained Rattledskulled Clodpated Dim-domed Noodle-noggined Sapheaded Lunk-knobbed Boys.

And That's When She Put Her Book Down. And Looked At Me. And Said It: "life Isn't Fair, Bill. We Tell Our Children That It Is, But It's A Terrible Thing To Do. It's Not Only A Lie, It's A Cruel Lie. Life Is Not Fair, And It Never Has Been, And It's Never Going To Be.

He Was The Mighty Fezzik, Lover Of Rhymes, And You Did Not Give Up, No Matter What.

There Have Been Five Great Kisses Since 1642 B.c. When Saul And Delilah Korn's Inadvertent Discovery Swept Across Western Civilization. (before Then Couples Hooked Thumbs.) And The Precise Rating Of Kisses Is A Terribly Difficult Thing, Often Leading To Great Controversy, Because Although Everyone Agrees With The Formula Of Affection Times Purity Times Intensity Times Duration, No One Has Ever Been Completely Satisfied With How Much Weight Each Element Should Receive. But On Any System, There Are Five That Everyone Agrees Deserve Full Marks. Well, This One Left Them All Behind.

I Have Stayed These Years In My Hovel Because Of You. I Have Taught Myself Languages Because Of You. I Have Made My Body Strong Because I Thought You Might Be Pleased By A Strong Body. I Have Lived My Life With Only The Prayer That Some Sudden Dawn You Might Glance In My Direction. I Have Not Known A Moment In Years When The Sight Of You Did Not Send My Heart Careening Against My Rib Cage. I Have Not Known A Night When Your Visage Did Not Accompany Me To Sleep. There Has Not Been A Morning When You Did Not Flutter Behind My Waking Eyelids.