There's This Huge Number Of Desperate People.

She Had No Particular Breed In Mind, No Unusual Requirements. Except The Special Sense Of Mutual Recognition That Tells Dog And Human They Have Both Come To The Right Place.

That Is Why Your Sacrifice Was All The More Difficult. You Chose To Be A Hero Not Through Enchantment But Through Your Own Manhood.

The Muse In Charge Of Fantasy Wears Good, Sensible Shoes. No Foam-born Aphrodite, She Vaguely Resembles My Old Piano Teacher, Who Was Keen On Metronomes.

For Wayfarers Still Journeying, For Wanderers At Rest.

If You Want Truth You Should Begin By Giving It.