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Life's Passed Along To Us Empty. We Have To Make Up The Happiness Part.

They May Already Know Too Much About Their Mother And Father--nothing Being More Factual Than Divorce, Where So Much Has To Be Explained And Worked Through Intelligently (though They Have Tried To Stay Equable). I've Noticed This Is Often The Time When Children Begin Calling Their Parents By Their First Names, Becoming Little Ironists After Their Parents' Faults. What Could Be Lonelier For A Parent Than To Be Criticized By His Child On A First-name Basis?

Our Ex-wifes Always Harbour Secrets About Us That Make Them Irresistable. Until, Of Course, We Remember Who We Are And What We Did And Why We Are Not Married Anymore.

Being A Slow Reader Would Normally Be A Deficiency; I Found A Way To Make It An Asset. I Began To Sound Words And See All Those Qualities - In A Way It Made Words More Precious To Me. Since So Much Of What Happens In The World Between Human Beings Has To Do With The Inconsideration Of Language, With The Imprecision Of Language, With Language Leaving Our Mouths Unmediated, One Thing Which Was Sensuous And Visceral Led To, In The Use Of Language, A Moral Gesture. It Was About Trying To Use Language To Both Exemplify And Articulate What Good Is.

I'm Kind Of A Distractible Guy.