You Work Hard On A Book And

The More Distressing The Memory, The More Persistent It's Presence.

Hey! Shouts Camel. There Ain't No Woman In The World Worth Two Bottles Of Whiskey!

The Sky The Sky- Same As It Always Was.

I Used To Think I Preferred Getting Old To The Alternative, But Now I'm Not Sure. Sometimes The Momotony Of Bingo And Sing-alongs And Ancient Dusty People Parked In The Hallway In Wheelchairs Makes Me Long For Death. Particularly When I Rememver That I'm One Of The Ancient Dusty People, Filed Away Like Some Worthless Tchotchke.

You Work Hard On A Book And Throw It Out There And Then It's Beyond Your Control.