There Were Many Hours When I Never

Let's Hope The First Comes First.

Never In His Life Had Occasion To Ask Himself, "why Are Things The Way They Are?" Why Should He Bother, When The Way They Were Was Always Perfect? Why Are Things The Way They Are? The Question To Which There Is No Answer, And Up Till Then He Was So Blessed He Didn't Even Know The Question Existed.

Maybe The Best Thing Would Be To Forget Being Right Or Wrong About People And Just Go Along For The Ride. But If You Can Do That -- Well, Lucky You.

There Were Many Hours When I Never Quite Know How I'd Gotten There Or Why I Stayed.

This Is What You Know About Someone You Have To Hate: He Charges You With His Crime And Castigates Himself In You.