There Was A Brief Silence. I Think

He Had Then Warned His Daughter Not To Violate The Eleventh Commandment. "which One Is That?" I Asked Her. "do Not Bullshit Thy Father," She Said.

What Term Do You Employ When You Speak Of Your Progenitor?" I Answered With The Term I'd Always Wanted To Employ. "sonovabitch." "to His Face?" She Asked. "i Never See His Face." "he Wears A Mask?" "in A Way, Yes. Of Stone. Of Absolute Stone.

Some Were Brilliant Bordering On Genius. Others, Genius Bordering On Madness

Quiet Heroism Or Youthful Idealism, Or Both? What Do We Know? That Life Without Heroism And Idealism Is Not Worth Living - Or That Either Can Be Fatal?

Please, If One Of Us Cries, Let Both Of Us Cry. But Preferably Neither Of Us.