I'm so depressed. Christmas is the worst of all. Holidays are terrible, worse than Sundays. I get melancholia.
I never ate of the grapes nor feared of the eruptions.
I don't think I'm going to do any good work this morning.
If you're not accurate, you'll cause untold trouble.
They're stealing my ideas. They're imitating my shots.
It's somehow symbolic of Hollywood that Tara was just a facade, with no rooms inside.